When The Lights Go Out

When the power goes out,
No juice for everything,
No more potential in Earthly matter,
The only sound speaking,

Plus the movements of organic beings,
Fighting over fresh food,
But don't worry that won't be lasting long,
Those are th'ones will be dying pretty soon,

Once the screams die out, if your door's still locked,
Creep slowly to the street,
Think about all those flocking to the woods,
Looking for things to eat.

What chance have you?
P'haps that's not the question,
Since no one knows how long they have to live,
How d'you feel 'bout your current position?

Falling

It is time to know god,
Surrender to the truth,
There is power greater than you can wield,
Does this surprise, forsooth!

Your muscles far short of any real strength,
The wind eats up your voice,
E'en with the full potential of your brain,
Puzzling eternal will be the right choice,

Spread your wings wide and you still cannot fly,
E'en the future's a wall,
Hatred and sorrow cannot be banished,
You'll e'er answer their call,

So what's the point,
When we are all so weak?
Compared to infinite omnipotence,
It makes a nadir of our highest peak.

The Pain of Time

Time can go by slowly,
As you ponder your woes,
Ask any expert on the human case,
She'll say that's how it goes,

That happiness is most a fleeting thing,
Almost an accident,
If this don't make you want to stop right now,
You are ready for this experiment,

Stop doing what is expected of you,
That's a false form of joy,
Created to pass on that same nature,
To guiltless girls and boys.

What do you find?
Not encour'gement, I bet,
Unless you're among like-minded people,
But they haven't formed the major'ty, yet.

Grows

The key to producing,
Is dropping what you know,
Keeping faith that it will never leave you,
Despite how far you go,

Like traversing miles across an ocean,
The water's all the same,
Though you may find places you've never seen,
Your mind functions in a similar vein,

But if you forget all that came before,
Like it never happened,
Your instincts stay the same but uniformed,
So you will not transcend,

Which is the point,
Grow from where you rose,
Building on all you experiences,
Whether magnificent or simply gross.

Next Moment

How short is life, really?
You might not finish this,
Or it could haunt you for generations,
Because it will not miss,

If you'ere sure this was your final moment,
What is it you would do?
Of course this can't be anyone's premise,
For we would all stop foraging for food,

We'd stop working 'cause we don't need the cash,
We'd all proclaim our bliss,
Which up until now we denied we know,
For we fear openness,

At least I do,
When the future's open,
Better to spend life saying you could have,
Than defending your shameless ambitions.

And Rows

There's a very fine line,
In ev'rything you do,
That you must learn to ride to save yourself,
If you really want to,

If you really want to become something,
That doesn't fall apart,
The safest place is on that thin tight rope,
Even though walking it is super hard,

Until you learn to rise above it all,
So it becomes a path,<
Just stay the course and you will find yourself,
A true human, at last.

What does that mean?
Only a human knows,
Imagine those moments you know are right,
Continuing for rows and rows and rows.

To Get By

Do not get distracted,
By life's disappointments,
It's mostly suff'ring with moments of joy,
Then there's people's comments,

But what do they say is the best revenge?
Do not give it away,
It only works if it's not your intent,
Else your loved ones will event'ully stray,

For they have their own life they wish to make,
That may not include you,
It is pride they seek when they seek you out,
It's the least you can do,

It's the most, too,
Love's not measured in time,
It's a lake the size 'fyour capacity,
To be there for them when not by their side.

The Truth Inside

Here is my confession,
Offered to humankind,
Life continues to be a mystery,
Despite the words of Christ,

Despite the wide berth lent by my parents,
In their immigrant way,
Or leaving them to learn philosophy,
Despite my father wanting me to stay,

Despite the turmoils and the happiness,
Well, let me now backtrack,
It really depends on when you catch me,
Or anyone, at that,

For we all know,
Deep inside, there's a truth,
Whether from experience or nature,
You should know 'fore you're too long in the tooth.

Boggling

First you must choose a spot,
You have to start somewhere,
Then you will eventu'lly find some words,
As if out of thin air,

Those will lead to others in new places,
Diff'rent, yet connected,
The whole collection becomes a schema,
Then just certain words can be selected,

Not until others reveal their choices,
Does it all become clear,
There are things in this world you just can't see,
Despite how hard you peer,

'Til you connect,
See through the other's eyes,
Or better, just accept that you see truth,
But that truth is individualized.

Mr. D

He wrote himself letters,
To be ope'd at forty,
So many things he thought he would have done,
Would he could have foreseen,

That visu'lizing only goes so far,
You have to make choices.
With best intents, but with your ult'mate good,
Despite all of the dissenting voices,

You're surrounded by dynamic people,
Things will change around you,
If people really wanted to exist,
They would really try to,

Just like you did,
Yes, I am on your side,
Results only matter 'fwhen you look back,
You know you didn't just follow the tide.