Monday, August 13, 2012

An Empty Chamber


An Empty Chamber


Have you ever stepped outside of your own heart,
Organized your thoughts like another had done,
Leaving the mine way far behind, to
Later realize that somewhere, you genuinely exist on a shrine,
Outrageously sublime,
With scented candles, photos, & enchanted prayers yearning for rewind?




Meditate


Meditate

Words, imagery, message, reactions,
musical waves that engulf in a fraction.

Breathing not needed but can’t seem to leave it,
profound shift in motion translate to emotion.

Soul gone bare, all vibrant layers,
at the blink of an eye, changed by a stare.

Stairs made in thought, magnificence sought,
behavior that follows, replenish all hollow.

As I fill my self more with this concept I adore,
I thank you immensely for merely validating my core.


Photosynthesis


Photosynthesis


…and the father lovingly caressed
the young child’s head,

lightly tapping this area then said-

"The brain which lies beneath this case
will change this world to a better place."





Hit Me!


Hit Me!

You harbor a distinct glow.

I wish to say much more,
but I am silenced by the beauty you project.

Like approaching headlights of a corvette,
I freeze, flush, and overcome with rush.

As I stare at your image,
my inner deer won’t budge.




Life to Words


Life to Words 

Dear radiant Solar light,
embrace me with all that is might.

May everyone I think of, touch, smell, see, hear, and taste,
become charged with your imminently luminous grace.

Humbly privilege me and proximate,
her tenderly alluring enunciate,

to this word she made magic to my sight,
luminous,
which now generates immense decibels in light,
voluminous.

Actual Intangible


Actual Intangible

Freedom to navigate through space,
odyssey with no face.

Yielding to the empty,
yearning for the tempting.

Like an invisible breath revitalizing your stay,
you wonder, How?

Eyes registered nothing!

Yet, validation is stunningly groomed
and citrusy scented
by mere incessant wonder
.

 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Reality Check


 Reality Check

Words, imagery, message, reactions,
musical waves that engulf in a fraction.

Breathing not needed but can’t seem to leave it,
profound shift in motion translate to emotion.

Soul gone bare, all vibrant layers,
at the blink of an eye, changed by a stare.

Stairs made in thought, magnificence sought,
behavior that follows, replenish all hollow.

As I fill my self more with this concept I adore,
I thank you immensely for merely validating my core.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

From The Corporate Wall of Silence to A Glass Door of Psychological Mindedness


From The Corporate Wall of Silence to
A Glass Door of Psychological Mindedness

August 2012

 

        As a collective, we own the social responsibility to provide support to individuals that have, for so long, been psychologically, emotionally, and physically bullied into a corner of toxic conformity. To heal and set free individuals coerced into vile complacency, whom eventually themselves become dangerously anesthetized toward immoral and unethical practices.

        By ignoring this social responsibility we, ourselves, become an accessory to social crimes committed. We help people get away with breaking the law. We assist people in violating our human rights. We help breed human time-bombs that explode into psychotic melt downs, homicides, and or suicides, when overwhelmed with feelings of hopelessness and helplessness.

        If we are lucky, the media will uncover and share with the public the truths about the events that lead to such tragedies. Such news may momentarily rattle some minds and souls to wake to the reality of this relentlessly vicious pandemic. Concern may strike dialog in homes around the world about how things ought to be; a delicate period I like to think of as the birth for change.

        Unfortunately, after a bit of hype ignited by brief brainstorm sessions of what everyone else should do to ameliorate the problem, the fire hisses into smoke and idea-ash as it all becomes extinguished by premises people are conditioned to mantra which keeps many walking around with their tail between their legs, (“What can you do, eh?”, “You can’t move mountains!”, “If I had the money I would…”, “If I had the power I would…”, …).  Great ideas are rapidly eradicated by the harsh reality that when you advocate for positive change, you are guaranteed to meet the monstrous wrath of retaliation programmed specifically to defile your reputation and impair your ability to provide for yourself and your love ones.

         One of the greatest social injustices we have to endure is the existence of an uneven playing field in our legal system. Such imbalance is possible because people that hide behind large corporations attain their might by congregating and organizing with people hiding behind other large corporations in order to fuse ideas together about how best to enhance their influence over politicians, law makers, law enforcers, and eventually the public, with their immense wealth, powerful lobbying campaigns, public relation propaganda, and intimidation.

        Their social tactics have proven to be significantly effective in making a selected few invincible against legal prosecution, others complacent towards immoral and unethical conduct, and everyone an accessory to crimes against social justice, for merely doing nothing to help amend the problem.

        Similar to the people that hide behind large corporations, the greater part of the population should congregate and organize in order to fuse ideas together about how best to enhance their own influence over politicians, law makers, law enforcers, and the public.

        Divided, people do not have much money to influence but together people control a great deal of money which the world economy, large corporations, and the people that hide behind the large corporations heavily depend on in order to remain viable. Alone, complaints get lost in a pile of paperwork but together people control millions of votes that politicians and lawmakers are known to jump through fire dripping hoops to attain. Alone, one cannot be heard but together people vibe a majestic symphony of harmonic sounds that is coherent and universally fathomed.

        People in powerful positions are less likely to commit crimes against humanity and nature if they knew that colleagues and subordinates were empowered to be reasonably skeptical, openly voice their concerns, and that conscientious colleagues and subordinates genuinely have the full, unbiased, protection of the law against any form of retaliation when exercising said rights.

        I maintain a vision of a world where people in powerful roles everywhere genuinely respect the voice of conscientious colleagues and subordinates. Where their ideas and concerns are truly welcomed, honored, and protected by the law, against any form of retaliation. I envision a world where humans facilitate leaders that harbor and exhibit psychological mindedness.  

                                                                             - writing4light@yahoo.com

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Take Me In

Take Me In

Warm, inviting, hospitably nurturing aura,
to what do I owe such magnificent plethora?

Energy which resonates beyond the depth of facing mirrors,
soft, tender, kisses helplessly surfed in sheer wonderment,
as the concrete progressively disappears and
essence is all which is clear.

Longing for the trigger that will entrap us both
into the core of this ever so ascending high of pure ecstasy.

To the alluring scent we surrender all consent,
but when you attempt to control it,
on the exhale it is all sent.

Thus, embellish time with mere natural aromas,
that inevitably lifts into the air as you
realmente te enamoras.

Eyes completely locked,
like torpedoes to a critical target,
rip far deep into the soul,
in search for the impetus of such grandiosity.

Analogous to the humble helpless look often conveyed,
seconds prior to being taken,
completely obliterated by a natural disaster.

When you drink each other in,
with your eyes, one final solemn time.

And for a very long second you can hear each other think,

My love, are you taking all this in?

responding with nothing more than a subtle grin.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

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Friday, January 20, 2012

Little Do We Know

Why do we hate?
Do we do so in order to escape,
from the ones who leave us tender from betray?

A defense against surrender?
An attempt to circumvent?
A desperate plea we don’t readily see?  

How do we set ourselves free,
from the smoke and debris,
from the force which catapulted our soul,
into a realm unbeknown?

That’s it! Unbeknown!
We obsess over control,
but little do we know…


By writing4light@yahoo.com

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Decorated

Decorated

So long, old friend!!!
Silence eloquently amends.

When a seed of hurt germinates,
everything else, a mere trend.

Ripples on our oceans,
brutal, skin slashing breeze,

even the largest unsteady trees that rattle,
eventually learn to calm and settle,

becoming nature’s provision of what I like to think of as
our immensely hard earned Metal.


By writing4light@yahoo.com

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Checkmate

Checkmate

Who is he?
What does he want?

To stomp all over me
like another did once?

Ha! Not this time!
Guarded shall remain mine!

I will never let him in! 
Although...
 ...this is exactly how they win.