We Are More Than One

 

I’ve been married

and divorced,

I’ve been a mormon sunday school teacher

and a drug addict,

I’ve been a homeowner

and homeless.

This American life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

like the story told isn’t reality

an illusion

disillusioned

sucking the masses into the quicksand

of another man’s greed

and the beggars plead

for a break

or a sip

or hit

or anything to erase the strife

of their dismissed life.

I overheard a successful man once say

“What is so wrong with one man being worth a billion dollars

and another man being worth none?”

and I thought:

I don’t think he knows what a billion means.

A life treated like a commodity

Without worth to a community

that races by every day.

A man on the street is just in the way

of commerce.

In the end he wont ride in hearse

it will be a poorly made particle board box

that carries his lifeless lonely vessel to the grave

This soul that nobody would save

because he didn’t do enough

he didn’t play the game…

or maybe he did

and the lords of monopoly

moving through loopholes and scheme

monotized on his broken dreams

and giving him a vice

a stumbling block for other’s

to justify

the why…

The why he is there.

The why they don’t have to care.

The why he will never be more.

The why they should shut the door

of their compassion.

Passion

building inside of me

like a volcano ready to erupt

cause that shit is corrupt.

I can’t say it nicely

fuck your politely.

It’s no wonder

a portion of the population

prefers no participation

in this abomination of the Pavlovian.

What’s so wrong with not always wanting more?

Why is that dream worth less than yours?

Because it doesn’t raise profits in a corporate store?

“What is so wrong with one man being worth a billion dollars

and another man worth none?”

We are more than one,

we are One,

One thought

One way

One hope

One destruction.

No greater than the weakest link.

And that man thought to think

he is deserving of millions

billions

trillions than his fellow

being bellow

on his own merit…

bull shit.

In the age of gladiators and empires

one man preached to inspire.

His headline didn’t read

“10 Ways to Satisfy Your Greed”

but rather

“One Love to Feed.”

And by feed I think he meant more

than your hand-me-downs and the table scraps…

Perhaps …

He knew the freest place on Earth,

is your mind.

And love is the salt that brines

the purpose of our existence.

He knew that armed with the idea

that every person has worth

that it’s not a privilege,

but a right from birth,

creates a world where all are free,

fed and sheltered under the tree

of humanity.

He knew in this world of free radicals

and divine inspiration,

anything is possible.

“so what’s wrong with one man having nothing, and another having it all?

Everything.

The other day I overheard a not so successful man say,

“If everyone’s heart were filled with love,

money would be pointless.”

And I thought, now that’s priceless.

Because he, he was free.

Perplexed

What is this life?

Is it a breath?

Are it’s eyes open wide

Absorbing all that surrounds it?

Is it merely a lingering aroma?

Does it have a weight?

A height?

A depth?

A time?

Are there many more

Measurements I know not of?

Is it flesh and blood?

Is it a chain of tactile experiences?

Is it spirit and soul?

Is it an eternal quest

For light and love?

Does it have a destination?

What is this life?

 

Little Chameleon

What do you want from me?

I’m only one person, just one

…is it enough?

…Ever?

Laugh here, cry there…

Is it enough?

Dance here, drive there…

Is it enough?

Be witty… Shut up…

Is it enough?

 

Chameleon tempest tossed

In a sea of rainbow

Polluted by the abyss.

 

Reflecting.

Deflecting.

Interjecting.

 

What do you want from me?

Better yet,

Pick a color, any color.

 

Does scarlet suffice you?

Does indigo cause you melancholy?

Is emerald to callow for you?

Is yellow too cowardly?

 

Does orange leave a bad taste?

Does violet excite you?

Or is it velvet ebony you long for?

Is it onyx you desire?

The cool empty feel of NOTHING.

Should I stay in the dark?

 

Is any of that enough?

…ever?

 

Shape shifting in an uncertain world has

Left me without form…

Void.

Listless.

Apathetic.

 

Fight the raging sea

Of defiled incandescence.

The winds will carry you away.

Swim back to the rollicking comfort

Of your prismic revolution.

Little Chameleon,

Allow the Phoenix to quench…

These dry bones.

Is it enough for you?

Is it ever enough?

 

 

 

Knowledge

It seems to me in life

Amidst the tornado of strife

One comes to know what they know

Atop which, one’s reality may grow.

 

But when foundations are torn asunder

And life’s current has pulled ya’ under

All you thought you knew

Is for naught and you’re blue.

 

Feelin’ at a loss

All covered in moss,

Like in ignorant stone

In the wilderness all alone.

 

Back to ground zero

Hopin’ for a hero

To save you from the gallows

For waiting in the shadows,

The executioner sharpens his blade;

End game strategy is laid.

All the knowledge you had

Never saves you from bein’ sad.

 

So, do we know what we know?

Is there wisdom to sew

To the fabric of reality that is ours,

That life may be not a farce?

 

I suppose for there to be

Anything knew for us to see

Some dated wisdom must go

To make room for us to grow.

 

Out with the old, in with the new

To help us all make it through

This exhilarating, troublesome time

We each have n Earth to shine.

 

For the journey is the objective,

Not destinations effective

Luring of us to make it there

And forget about our care.

It’s the adventure before

That causes us all to soar

Above the hangman and his noose

And discover our own muse.

 

In conclusion I say NO!

I know what I know!

And what I know is this…

Nothing, it’s all amiss.