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[rocoboda]

A thoughtful man with pen and paper

May choose to write a book

He may write an unsent letter

That he stashes in a nook

When he's polished of his alcohol

He won't even remember

The point he was trying to make after all

Or what he wrote inside the letter.

[rocoboda]

10pm PST

11/24/2015

I am infatuated by this beautiful seraph

She makes me smile; she makes me laugh

The cat sits at her feet scanning the room

The dog chews on a toy that I filled with food.

She approaches now, but slows her approach

as she notices my pen strokes

She patiently awaits, tidying up so fine.

Kissing my forehead as I write this line.

[rocoboda]

11/23/2015

Today did not go the way I'd wanted

Maybe tomorrow will tell a new story

A fresh start--a new chapter, I'll call it:

"Equally pitiful, twice as boring."

This week is not off to a very good start

Still unemployed, still depressed, just as poor.

Looming shadows of the future tug on my heart.

Now closing November, last week of four.

The end of the month did not result as I'd have it.

Only one left to make this year count.

Thirty-seven days to break a bad habit.

Negative energy and low self-esteem are out.

[rocoboda]

When you're on acid

It feels like

The universe, in all its vastness,

Could fit comfortably on the head of a pin

Yet the human mind

Omniscient and limitless

Remains trapped by fears of shadows and sin.

With our thoughts lost in history void of credence

We are taught of atrocities lacking confessions

History written by the victor; not the ones who were beaten

To a society too tired and drunk to ask questions.

[rocoboda]

Mon capitan

Charlie Mayhem, you sly dog

All this time you steered the ship

Into icy waters and thick fog

To take us both down with it.

But I am not a fool amongst spies

To be beaten at my own game

Your arrogance is your demise

A bitter goodbye; you walk the plank.

[rocoboda]

Still

07/13/2015

I lay still to fall asleep

Listen closely to her heart beat

A warm feeling rushes through me

That I pray may never leave

Her skin is softly pressed to mine

As I slip into a blissful dream.

Such a simple thing

Yet I could never quite explain

Through poetry or other means

Just what she means to me

And if I tried

I'd run out of ink.

[rocoboda]

To numb the body and mind, escape.

A lying, immoral, senseless ape.

A gutless shadow of your past self.

Afraid to live, hidden on the shelf.

The time to awaken has long since past,

The future is within your grasp.

Fighting yourself had proven fruitless.

All this time you had been clueless.

You are running this shit, you see?

I am you, and you are me.

[rocoboda]

Did you know that I'm a conduit,

For consciousness to hide within?

Now that I'm catching onto it,

It taunts me with the guilt of sin.

However, can we truly determine,

That our actions have any consequence?

If you'll listen to my sermon,

You'll share the same cognizance.

What if nothing really matters?

And it's all laid out already?

We live through illusions and mental chatter,

But the reality is far too heavy.

The creator hides itself from you,

Within the confines of your soul.

I know it's difficult to prove.

But this game of hide-and-seek is getting old.

You are crafted in "his" likeness.

And bound to regurgitate a broken record.

If you don't bow down to his highness,

You are thrown to fire by the word.

But it goes deeper, can you see?

He's hiding within you and me.

Living whatever fantasy we can makeup.

Because we're terrified to wake up.

[rocoboda]

We are distant worlds apart,

But we think, speak, and feel,

Like we're sharing the same mind and heart.

A tune comes forth and we both dance;

Two strangers who just met somewhere,

And we can't shake off the romance.

You don't know me and I don't know you.

We both are skeptical of something:

Is love a dream, and can dreams come true?

Another thought is coming.

[rocoboda]

[rocoboda]

You are the ocean and it's waves,

You are the sunlight and it's rays.

You are the body and it's parts,

You are the soul, the mind and heart.

You are the past and future, hence,

You are the universe in every sense.

[rocoboda]

I don't look for shadows, but the objects that cast them.

And I am seeking the source from which the light travels.

To know infinity and bliss everlasting.

To meet the creator and watch his plan unravel.

I am just a conduit trapped in this decaying shell;

Scarcely do I understand the origin from whence I came.

I have no expectation of finding heaven or hell.

These are abstract projections of the balance in the brain.

But I might beg a favor that I utter to the cosmos.

A whisper to the universe, delivered by the wind:

Unless we are alone, which I have never thought so.

I would wish to leave this planet, to galaxies we've never been.

[rocoboda]

Earth is rigid and slow to change,

but Water always finds a way.

Slipping in through tiny spaces,

To nourish the seeds that the Earth laces.

You're the unstoppable force,

I, the immovable object.

And deeper, at the source,

Resides the architect.

The one who pulls the strings,

Who conducts the symphony,

Who set off the chain reaction

that sparked our mutual attraction.

And the irony of everything,

Is that I am you and you are me.

And we are he, who runs away,

Pretending not to know anything.

I remember that I'd forgotten,

But I forgot to remember to forget.

The lights are off upstairs and no on is in,

but we can all hear the voices in the attic.

If the knife could cut itself,

If the fire could burn itself,

If the light illuminated itself,

Then we would know ourselves.

[rocoboda]

Woe to the birds who are kept in cages, their very nature has been stripped of them. Woe to those faking smiling faces; strong outside, but inside something digs at them.

[rocoboda]

Unearthed

It's time to dig up our buried past,

And add new soil for us to grow,

Let's put our sorrow and regret to rest,

And reap forgiveness from the seeds we sow.

It's not a test which you can fail,

There are no penalties or fouls,

On this journey life casts your sail,

Letting nature get you figured out.

So behold this gift that you've been given,

And be grateful even for the shadows that the light casts.

All of your transgressions are forgiven,

If you've learned anything from your past.

[rocoboda]

Listen to the voice within,

That keeps you steady on your path.

This is just a ride my friend,

You'd do well to remember that.