Jun Seba

He is muddy like the lotus
clear like the streams
the inward eye will notice
he is bursting at the seams.
they speak to the soul,
the art of his hands.
o’er the lives they mold,
he stands.
the city is bustling
in breathless motion
herrings hustling
through life’s endless ocean.
in this war he is vapor;
a seamless flow of energy.
grasping every inch and acre,
he tames the enemy.
luv sic are their hearts
six times over
he’s been there from the start,
the pain is sober.
new life was swift,
like a swallow to its prey
to grasp and up lift
his spirit to stay.
immortal is the loss
of a master of emotion
the rhythms lay soft
still, is the ocean.
he is the path, and life is the goal
inscribed in love, in heart, and in soul.

 

 

Bold:  I wandered lonely as a cloud – William Wordsworth

Hoarding

The heart would be calm with their release,
but I am in luxury,
Where else would I find peace?

Years and years slip through life’s crease,
holding pain wise men would bury.
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.

I’ve signed and stamped an eternal lease;
Bringing as much as I can carry.
Where else would I find peace?

I arrange regrets with a folded crease;
Heartfelt pain flows with a fury;
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.

I steadily feel the woe increase;
Hard tears becoming slurry;
Where else would I find peace?

In the end I cling to misery’s fleece,
Denying truths and making them scurry.
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.
Where else would I find peace?

The Flowers

Love me before the reapers embrace.

If ever the sloth were a man, it’d bear my face.

I trudge and trip through this life at a snail’s pace.

 

Where my ghosts don’t succeed, my demons do.

I fail and falter in this life. Unsure if I’ll see it through.

 

I’d like to smell the lotus before I face the judge.

I’d like to take a breath, before I take the plunge.

 

Tell me secrets I hadn’t known.

Express the side of you that’s hard to show.

Empty your heart before I go.

 

Share with me excerpts from your mind.

Explain my qualities that you found kind.

 

Speak your truth lest it soon be forgotten.

As my soul can’t accept them when it’s rotten.

 

My life mirrors the tortoise as to give you time.

Voice the lens with which you saw this life of mine.

And in the end if your tears are few, I’ll know all is fine.

Analog Kid

I am blank like white canvas,
and I watch the artist starve.
He says he hates and can’t stand it.
I say, it’s part of who we are.

I am plain and not of this plane,
so we lack for inspiration.
My modus operandi is insane,
we cannot feel this digital sensation.

I consult that inward eye in times of trial
as wolves wait patiently in the shade.
I slow our rhythm calm like the Nile,
for their traps are perfectly laid.

Suffice to say I am the quill
We draw growth while standing still.

Sonic Youth

Sing to me your words of wisdom.
O strife shall I become thy maker?
Undone by weakness in them,
Sweet glory, I will be thy taker.

Shed not thine tears oh youthful soul.
The days, she dares shine brighter.
Regain, so swift, the life they stole.
Fear not, for I am the afternoon tiger.

Show me thine fire which burns so true.
Oh, young soul, have you no fear?
Guard thine heart until the sword runs through.
Seek me for aid, for I am always here.

Eternally these truths remain self-evident,
For I will always be the evening elephant.

Speech

 

Speak to me softly, with meaning, inciting feeling,

For angels do sing fervent hymns; speak to me like them.

Send me soaring, with pace, by the dancing of your lips

Incessant ripples in these lovely waters when your voice flips.

Serenity hath no name, but thy breath sounds the same.

Yet harsh is thy speech; vigorous in tone; rigid in meaning

Many a moment suffer, for thy force is rough

The time approaches to deem that enough is enough.

Abrasive is your cry, but thy heart screams softly

In need of care and affection, thy heart screams often.

Mine love and ears are antidotes for thee,

But they are powerless to you who speaks at me.

Connections

I toss and she turns.
I miss and she yearns.
I run and she walks.
I listen when she talks.
I laugh, she cries.
I rub her cheek, she dries her eyes.
I squeeze, she pulls.
The fruit of love; we are full.
I sway left, she’s always right.
She’s my damsel, I her knight.

She’s my queen, I her king.
She smiles bright, just like her ring.
She is my bee, I her honey.
She cannot fly, isn’t life funny?

I am the veins, she is my blood.
We flow fluid like the flood.
She yearns touch and affection.
I’m feel blessed with her reflection.
With just the sight of her complexion.
For her kiss I’d give life for Lent.
She’s heaven sent; I her compliment.

Kressantmoon

Currently, Currency

As I saunter through this long life I encounter people who are angrily trying to “get money” and chase success with an iron will. As much as I support those who work hard to achieve their goals, I always take into account what they leave behind, and what they lose in the process. This world is so money hungry, and bent on being successful, that they fail to realize what matters most, which is your soul. “for what does it profit a man to gain the world and forfeit his soul?” (mark 8:36) Money is fleeting. It will not die with you, and it can live without you. While you are alive and well, embrace that which you can appreciate in the present. I understand the needs of people and the obligation to achieve success and make money in order to live and take care of ones family, but in that pursuit one must not leave his soul behind. Ultimately, you are in the world to live. Many people forget to live while they’re dying to make money.

Find it in your heart to not compromise your soul. People know what is right and what is wrong, for we have morals and values, but in the pursuit of worldly success they forget spiritual happiness. Money is not bad. It is the intentions of the people that have it that gives a negative connotation. Money changes people, because they allow it to. A lonely man with money is poor. The system that controls most of our lively hood will tell you that you need money to be happy, when in fact happiness stems from the heart, not the pockets. Though life may seem ephemeral, you have plenty of time to accumulate riches, as it is a slow process anyway, but there’s never enough time to love yourself, and the ones that are close to you. So do it while you can still draw breath on this earth. Do not let money and success change who you are, because the you will have failed. Real success comes with balance. When you can balance the world and your soul, you will experience a greater success than that which only comes with worldly recognition. So rather than working just for money, work for, and on yourself, so when that success in plain sight, the blaring light won’t blind your strong eyes. Do not get so lost in this worlds labyrinth that you fail to navigate your way back. Be successful and take care of your family, but also take care of yourself.

God is Love.

Helping Hand

I’ve always wanted to be a secret agent. I’m not a man of the lime light, so I figured that I could help people but stay behind the scenes. They would never know who it was that saved their day, but I would be more than satisfied. I’ve never thrived off gratitude, only off the feeling of doing what’s right. I’ve always thought that God put me on this earth to help other people. He is a master tactician and everything he does is for a great reason. I always seem to find myself in the position to assist someone else. some times I do feel like a secret agent, except not so secret.

I strive to have love for everyone, and judge not my fellow man. But I, like everyone else, am not perfect, and I continually learn more about myself as I live on. I find that people are very prideful and seek not the help they know they need, but will accept it when it is offered to them. I’m guilty of being prideful, but I know when I need help. sometimes I fail in asking too, but I end up learning a lesson that evidently makes me a better person. in the end I want my life to be a reference for the future. I hope one day someone will look at a picture of me and say “That was a great man. Strive to be better than him.”

So close Yet so far…

We are made for different lives.

Those that seem so close, but are yet so far away are a rendition of the unfairness of life. Understand that what we want and what we need are two different things. In life we are struck with circumstances that are eventually determinates of our future. The choices we make in those times are paramount to the foundation of lives. Many times we wish that the things we really want weren’t so hard to obtain; things money can’t buy. We are on a constant journey to find ourselves and our purpose, and along the way we may run into someone who is on a parallel path, but destined for a different life. It’s heartbreaking to lose that moment of bliss, but understand that different paths cross for different spans of time.

We may encounter someone for a short moment, if it be destined, and in that moment we may experience harmony with that soul even if only for a second. That second of harmony was destined and we must no linger on a second, when years are ahead of us. Imagine two cars passing by each other with each passenger catching a glimpse of the other. They lock eyes, bask in the moment, and then the moment is gone. Sometimes, that is life.

Understand that if we are lucky enough to cross lives with another for a long period of time, then that soul is meant to teach us and help us grow. It is a blessing to learn from another soul, albeit biased or unbiased. Understanding each other’s lives is a great step towards peace and unity. We are made for different lives, but there is no reason that we cannot share those lives with one another. We are in positions to learn and grow, but one cannot tamper with another’s destiny.