At the Office

Women moaning
Nerves exploding
Files opening, and
Doors closing;
On a casual day at work.

Hard breathing
and sighs.
Tired,
sleepy eyes
and a file that can't be saved.

Senses working
Senses lost
and a voice at the far end asking
Sorry, what?

Time's passing
Though it stopped
when nobody noticed
on the clock
the ray
that came in through the window,
and became my thought.

 

The Food Court

I don't want A Lunch Break.
I want lunch.

Mumbling and talking,
and loud thinking,
and in the far end,
a laughter which makes me wonder what triggered it.

Those Who Want To KEep ME

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
never say it to my face.
That I'm capable
of other
bigger
better things.

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
make the most of it
when I'm there
but struggle
when I'm not.

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
don't know
I sense their fear
of them losing me.
So I leave;
and leave them scared.

 

At the Park.

A child cries
and his cries
bring cries to my mind.

Brings tears to my eyes
for the cries I've cried.

Brings mental pain
with no gain
and no tool to beak the chain.

Brings winds
with no wins and
no scarf to keep warm and calm.

Brings friends
with no ends
and not much patience for the life patient.

Bring slides
with no sides
and the fear of falling and breaking a heart.

In a manner of speaking

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uZlvKXnYU4

But he's not
giving me the words.
But he is
telling me what I want
to know.

He tells me with his eyes
and the way he observes me
when I'm not looking.

I can tell
by the way his eyes
glisten as I turn his way.

By the way
I avoid looking at him
and avoid saying anything.

Nothing
that can be given
in words.

It's against the manner of speaking
you see.

A Promising Thought.

I've been tripping between what I have
what I want
and what I could have.
The three could co-exist with efforts and mutuality if I keep what I have
but the promising thought
guarantees the latter two.
However, the promising thought requires the dismissal of what I have.
The risk of losing what I have
which could
potentially
be combined with what I want
and what I could have
is tricky.
So do I go for what I want,
or make what I have be what I could have?
Desire and Greed.
It's a fine line.

Guantanamo in me

Some are physically trapped. Others are mentally trapped. There are those who are both but are there any who are neither?

In such an advanced society where you would expect freedom and peace to flourish within each one of us, there is more suppression and depression than ever. The need for authority from the powerful bring the most negative manipulation which resuts to plain torture to the bodies and hearts of those found in the inferior position. The powerful; those who we invest trust in and who could betray us with our own concent. Media, governments, parents, schools and relationships.

It isn't right if it feels wrong. Acknowledging that chaos could occur if everyone did what feels right, the chaos could be constructively beautiful as it would allow everyone to live in peace with their senses. It would allow euphoria and creativity, away from suppresive tolerance.

Therefore, if the general concept of humanity does not allow such conditions, even though they are greatly desired, it is in the power of each individual to become the source of his own satisfying destiny.