Time: Is there ever enough?

"'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.'"

I'm finally doing what I was meant to do all this time. I'm full-filling my purpose as a college student, I only came here to get out. In one month I will be leaving this lovely little town that I have come to know every part of. Stumbling through the chipped paint alleys, reading inside the Catholic bell tower, stargazing on the yuppie's golf course. Wayne, I love you but I'm not in love with you, we can still be friends. I'm going to vigilante-bushwhack through the cement jungles of this crop infested state. I sacrifice my starry skies, my midnight bike rides, my country roads, and my empty park afternoons for a city. A gas guzzling, light polluted, technology obsessed city. How long will this last?

Circular Squares

The Earth Is
What We All
Have In
Common.

I feel so guilty, as if it is my own responsibility. And it is. It should be. I can't imagine how people can say the things that they say, act the way that they act, like idiots. But I cannot change them, they can only change themselves. These people are trying so hard to convince everyone else exactly how they are that they have lost themselves. But I guess it goes in a circle again and I cannot say this without being a hypocrite. Circles. I do really like circles, they are probably one of my favorite things. The Earth is a circle. My body is made composted of circles. Everything in nature is circular. But people are living in squares. Driving around their boxes to their square desks at their square jobs, they themselves are squares! That is why we're so fucked up, because we are living against nature. I am going to live with it, but in order to get there I must survive the square world with my circular body. Sometimes I wonder if I am really alive, if this is really happening to me. And I Hope it is...It is.

Lusting For Desire

I
came to this
world
with nothing,
and I'll
leave
with nothing
but love,
Everything else
is just
borrowed.

I want things I can not have. I want love and kindness from bitter-hearts. I want a living wage for those who are poverty stricken in mind, body and spirit. I want peace from warriors of all kinds. I want compassion from wild beasts. I want light in the dark and cool nights to rest in when there is no breeze to blow away the days heat. I want love to be free and all love unconditionally. I want gardens in the desert without killing the river in diverting it from its natural course. I want flowers to bloom in the winter. I want dreams to come alive and I want everyone to just be happy.

Flash Luminosity

When we see something,
how do we know
if it is real,
or do we just
see it
only
because we wish
so much
to believe?

There is a stop light in a small town that I drive through. (It hasn't recently been an arrival point, just an in-between place, a place that exists in my world for gas and late night hits of caffeine). The green-means-go light consists of a greenish-blue light and a greenish light. Well, to me it does. To you it could be two lights of different shades or they may even be the same shade. I will never know unless you tell. The world is such as this to me.

The world is all about perception and how different I may see things because of how I grew up, what I believe in, how my personality, even how my brain works. There is one thing I do know for sure. This phenomenal evidence that prevails in my mind on the sole reason that the world is about people just being people. People just want to be adored, cherished, love and be loved. The world is about people who just want to simply exist in this crazy dimension of what we call "Life".

Floating Through

How many
hopes, expectations
– Dreams –
do you
have floating around in your head?
How do these affect what you see in the world?
Do they have the power to actually
change what it is you see?
I say they do
and that it is a mark of a healthy
well-lived life to allow ourselves to have this happen to us.

My head has so many things floating in it, if it wasn't connected to my body, it would float away. Sometimes I feel as if I'm speaking a different language than everyone else, as if even if i tried to speak nobody would understand me. I would be speaking in tongues and ancient Latin, so beautiful and forgotten that they would put me in a cage to be studied and tested. Sometimes I feel that I'm already in a cage, and this life is just testing me. Preparing me for something else, something great... something wonderful.