Written In Stone

"I'm Going with the flow" they say

Because...
Where the wind blows
Is where the decision goes
Where that wind blows
Is where your character's exposed

This is the thought processes of all the lost boats
But you cant sail the seas without feeling the breeze
You cant feel the breeze unless you're not pleased
We choose the wrong things cause it seem to show ease
We're searching for a means to an elucidating dream
Clear as the sky in July
We're trying to stay high
Without the abusiveness
Without loosing-it
A positive reaction for your profound mind
But this sometimes kill what we have inside
Priorities are clashed due to our individual sight
Blurred in a distance
We're searching for a prince or princess
Someone to talk too and listen
Who can understand your mission
So you can grow old with them
But at times we'll find peasants,
Whom we learn some important lessons
About the struggles and beauties in life,
Understanding this will bring some strives
And we can't deny
Divided by truth and falsity
"Be your own leader, try not to follow me"
Is some advice that I won't lie
Cause we're followers in this false time
While we paint love with the dollar signs of a paid stub
This goes out to the young hearts, who don't embrace love
To the women that relies too much on make-up
And to the little men who's acting hard, imitating fake thugs
Cause we're all dreamers that will never wake-up
I make love...
To the art, the life, the music, the rhyme
I have the heart to write, I use it every time
Life's the pain, the struggle, the sadness
But if you don't believe in life, then you don't believe in magic
No smoke and mirrors, just motivation and love to see things clearer
The audience is odd-in-sense
They're facade trends
Cant believe in them
They're the illusion with imaginary friends
Paying the admission price but never attend
Because the magician writes the poems to transcend
Like..
Happy endings only exist when lives are paused in a time of bliss
Release the button and press play
So we truly know what's beyond today's cliche
Because love is behind the screen names, showing affection on a keyboard
Diving into the satisfactions of the unknown weirdoes, claming they need more

MORE.


That's what everyone needs.

More of this, more of that.


We need MORE respect for our women!
We need MORE peace when it comes to our vision!
We need MORE education for our children!
We need MORE tools for our fundamental buildings!
We need MORE soul searching and less killings!

Soldiers giving MORE than an arm and a leg
They're getting arms to the brain
To the soul, to their lives
For an insufficient Presidential campaign
That don't give a damn because the government's telling lies
While the administration admit-to-be-astray in our nation
Distracting us from mass weaponry, which is no longer helping me
Questioning where should my soul-hold?
Who's opinion matters, is it about freedom, revenge, or the oil?
Seems we rather log into internet sites
Then reading the pages of our hero's lives
Where AIM is to aim the young mind's frame of absolute boredom
Your space is noticeable by your face, you said you did it for your friends
You did it for-them.

Now you're accepting these strange strangers
Approval is passed from their appearance
Don't think of the danger
Because your curiosity is your clearance
Instead of ignoring-them
You rather dedicate your mind and time on insults and comments
But what you really need is intelligence, when I'm telling-them
Reality is now artificial, people holding more then invisible pistols
They're holding delusional joints, shot glass full of sickness
Confusion that's a fist-full
Admiring those import-models, we need important role-models
Everyone's drunk off of ignorance
Seems we're all grown babies sucking out of that liquor bottle
Too emotional;
She cries
He fights
She's mad
He's glad
But both won't resist on telling the truth due to drinks they had
Love's that song where women are degraded
Because what's being played on the hit radio stations
Weak minds are persuaded
Love's the middle age man flirting with the teens
While a teenage girl acting like she's her mid-twenties
What happen to your revolution and independence, is there any?
Because when it comes to immaturity and lack of sense, there's plenty
Love's a bucket full of false hope and insecurity
Because their's a fine line between perfection and obscurity
Love is now in clubs, webpage's, and in exotic dancers.

Hypnotic, Hennessy, Tequila, is the new found answer
For problems and enjoyments which leads to escapism
We're assorted ornaments that needs to face the rhythm
Face our decision, our fate, then we'll appreciate living
Are we learning from mistakes when we take those chances?
Because who's words are actually affecting the masses?
The police?
The preacher?
The student?, the teacher?
Your parents or the world leaders?
It's the artist who holds the paint brush
To paint canvases of weightless imagery of peace
It's heavy to see because we can't handle the pressure
While the message is release
It's the musician aspired to play noise
Transforming the noise into something we're here for
Lovely sounds of unforgettable instruments
Layered with powerful lyrics to make some sense
It's in a novel, in a museum or in your iPod
It brings hope, comfort, love, or means to a God
It's you, me, and the ones we love
We affect the people, cause we know what's up
Now I'm off to be alone to write this on stone
I wish you the best, it's time to be me...time to be unknown

Cosmo Composition

wrote this the past 3 hours. Hope you enjoy, yes it's about my girlfriend. shucks. I apologize for grammatic errors. Thanks.

Cosmo Composition
by mindself

Her & I make intergalactic music.

Yes we do.

But people can't listen
even at a distant
the music still plays with consistent
"First follow your ambitions
before we become musicians"
I told her with ease
about the proposition
Can never play the guitar, piano or drums
but my love's the instrument
thus where the music comes from
we both consume each tune
never questioning how long will it last
cause we've always found the wonderful melodies in a gloom
with each key and each cord
harmonize with notes, which I eternally adore
I found myself in the music
in the love.
and found that there's more to explore.
even beyond the spaces of above
she sings with galaxies
making each constellation her notes
and every style she sings
can never be detected even with telescopes
I boogie to her stunning voice
Because As she sings, it brings out the joys
Amplifying vocals will enhance you
even the quite moments you can dance too
as the universe plays unique sounds
We make hits, like showering meteors
when they strike the ground.
boom boom
are the beats from the heart
boom boom
is the everlasting spark we both embarked
our hearts the producer
you can say the beat produce-her.
never going to use her or abuse her
afraid to loose her
instead I'm uplifted cause I choose her.
Her laughter makes the Big-bang theory jealous
The impact alone can bring all the fellas
but it's just-us.
space invaders can never intrude
can never change the mood.
as I look at the moon
I only think of her and her scent of perfume.
When we're far apart she's still with me
When we're close at heart she kisses me.
And when we sing the chorus till sunrise to sunset
We reminisce the time our love met
Houston we have a solution.
She's my hip-hop-rock-&-roll
punk-funk-pop-R&B
country-acoustic-playing
Extraterrestrial.

Bees, Birds, and Everything Between

This is an old poem from 2005. I have yet post it anywhere else. I will contribute newer poems in the near future. Thanks again Eileen!


Bees, Birds, and Everything Between
By:mindself

I explain my thoughts with a slight hesitation
for my thoughts don't represent my own generation
I believe we're corrupted by a materialistic theme
looking for our own self-esteem in a rubble of false dreams
And it seems like we're losing touch with reality
Abandoning our morality for sexuality
He's hot, he's handsome
She's sexy, she's gorgeous
The world is holding ransom
Our innocents,
While most of us adore lust
The luscious clothing is molding
Young hearts
Because their misunderstanding of 'intimacy' is controlling
While holding the private body parts
Tongue rings, tight jeans,
Belly buttons with gleams of what's between the legs of the
Obscene
Thongs and short skirts
Showing your midriff with small shirts
Are fans of any pervert
And it's accepted by many as a tool for our sexual aspect
But if you have any, would you trade it in for respect?
Because it's a natural reaction for someone attractive
Perverted thoughts are in the head because of today's fashion
or any reason we can use as a scapegoat
it's the movies, it's the music videos
it's when that grown man is throwing dollar bills to the stripper on the pole
it's artificial birth marks scattered on the 'Temple'
Needles of pain designed to explain
our depth of emotion for the living and the dead we still obtain
but some will use to entertain
for attention from the masses right above the asses
or any location that surpasses our view
We imagine that many have them
is it a sexual attraction or just a tattoo?

A 'VIVID' picture is on the television
Will tell many different erotic positions
We're mesmerized by the curves
Excited by her nerves to yell out loud
The story plot was corny but it still got you horny
So you "burst" into satisfaction when she begins to shout
And these objects that are designed to please her
Are also used to mislead her
See sir, she wasn't sure about herself
She has something that these guys never felt
Instead of removing your belt she places your needs on the shelves
Her obligation isn't too give the pleasure YOU want
Because she's being judged for not having the body to flaunt

While a man with an erection doesn't use protection
a woman with many selections doesn't bother with affection
and I question?
How many of us falsely use love for own rotten fantasies
cause we're not all fans-to-see the innocent act horribly
is it love?
Young minds full of hormones
with R&B love tones, begin to harm-those
who are fixated or infatuated by sexual lessons
but later became intensions for a short pleasure
abusing our leisure for stealing her treasure
two teens in love looking beyond the scheme of love
"is this right?" was not a factor after screwing without a glove
"fucking" isn't the way to express your higher commitment to love

And then we assault the communities of the gays and lesbians
Against same sex marriage we need to look beyond
we're mostly homophobic and can not respond
but hatred comes to mind and begins to stomp
our own freedom and liberty, we need to bond
cause the differences will unite everyone
Ignorance surrounds love and sex in many ways
I can't reach every issue in this poem but there's plenty of ways...
we should first learn to talk before taking the clothes off
because when doing so, we're no longer running around the same spot
And the issue is a double standard that angers many people
because we all think about sex everyday but it's not all that simple
conversations among your parents and friends
We all pretend that we don't know but it's easy to comprehend
When we see again and again...
So I believe, love is dope it brings hope, while sex is a joke
That's how I scope my definition because I'm becoming an adult