Walking around the world just to find out what love is— No one wants to read my poems. I know that.
Finding myself in churches crying tears that are only thankful;
Finding myself on couches crying tears meant for forgiveness
but I’m not sure who to forgive–myself or that bitch–i cry tears because i find myself calling girls ugly
when the only ugly one is me
and every girl is beautiful
you just need the right eyes to see—– I’ve been blind.
Blinded by lust
and ego
and things i still dont know about
but hear the Tao screaming in my ear
words loud but so clear!!
How can I not get it through my head!???
The rational mind seems to block–drown–out mindfulness,trueself,TRUE SELF??¿¿ I wish things would be easier,
but then what would be the purpose of earth¿
Singing words to songs no one knows—
dancing for the rain here in California theres no clouds in the sky
I shed tears for the plants just to keep them alive
And everyone stares.
Because I see what they cannot
but keep finding myself lost
in their/our world.