MICHAEL's Poetry

I care less and less by the day My emotions are washing away When people talk, I'm not sure what to say What's black and white? I see a colorful gray Like a Buddhist, my path is the middle way As long as I have my mind, there's no need to pray

Don't you just love the light the in eyes of a child? To some degree, it still lives within me Isn't the connection so wild? Children are the systematically indoctrinated robots to be Social Security, just another number in the system filed Only the ignorant will disagree

It's almost like I'm right back where I started, flying blind Except now I'm conscious of it and my soul isn't in a bind On the grand scale, everything is subjective, nothing is defined Ultimately, are there even any answers to find? Can we all flow with time instead of trying to fast forward or rewind? I don't think the divine can be defined As it infinitely conforms and defies I guess these abstract ideas make me one of a kind At times I feel like my words aren't even mine, I've realigned And we all have the potential of Christ, with 33 vertebrae in our spine

Looking at you is looking at me, just a different expression Let go of your pride, cause that is the devil testing What's life for, if you are constantly stressing? Learn to heal yourself without a scheduled therapy session Experience and grow with each given lesson And remember, to always question Don't worry about being right, because we're all really just guessing And with every curse comes a blessing

This world does nothing, but try to steal your light Weigh down your soul, when all it wants to do is take flight I might be insane for putting up a fight But forever I'll give it all my might Despite my demons trying to destroy me out of spite I've been chosen, so I can't waste this sight

For me, the thought of death comes curiosity I can't help that it excites me I fantasize what it will be like, it dominates my psyche Like Robin Williams, I'll belong to the dead poet's society We can't conform, we're above the norm. and we come in variety Everything I write comes from the outside, inside of me

What's Love? All I see is lust For all that speak of such, I have no trust Among the collective, knowing, accepting, and loving yourself should be a must It's unwise to live for the flesh, as it will fade to dust For the unwise will corrode like rust Fleeting is a pair, who are inhibited by excessive lust I think true love comes from above And that it's not kisses and hugs, but rightfully just

Existence is constant, endless waves Full of highs and lows To these waves, we can be made into slaves If you don't learn to flow like the wind blows And the world is in trouble, but what's there to save What's destined to happen will and forever it goes

It's Me, The Mad Hatter Crazy as can be, watching the hive-mind scatter Friends with minds alike, filling the room with laughter In the hall of mirrors, few will remain while the rest will shatter They won't see until the coming of blood spatter And the richest of riches pockets getting fatter Nothing good comes from the hierarchical latter Ultimately I just experience, cause there is nothing to matter

Little Me, Little Me To this Earth, I am me But to the Universe, I am a flea My soul yearns to be set free Soon it will happen, just wait and you'll see I'm not worried about a thing, so no need To take to each knee and plea It's just me, swimming inside and out of the infinite sea Little Me, Little Me