A gringo dancing familiarity

so i went to hang with classmates,
and i ended up reacquainting myself
with the past that died.
i was exposed to latin culture,
something of which i’ve not
experienced since i was young.
to be surrounded by such being,
infused my time with pleasant memories.
i found that the people were raised
upon a rhythm felt,
not taught.
for this,
i was witness to
platonic camaraderie.
i felt much a part as
i did separate.

Real doubt

i walk around,
confused.
i’m unsure of my knowledge,
therefore,
i question the knowledge of others.
do we follow logic or each other?
either way,
it seems that we trail
behind those before us.
“common sense” or “norms”
speak of oppression.
unity divides the whole,
misconception is the only reality.

Thinking of doing

do or think
what comes first?
i thought of doing something
but i can’t control my heart
or my lungs
so what is driving?
control is a misplaced reaction
to an essential chaos
i’m glad for my bodily functions
for whose thoughts subsist
life continues without thought
for those who think
detach from the whole
unity persists beyond a singularity
that tries to be more

Left, right, back or front, either way, i’m moving

dance
just move
find your beat
and carrying it loud
move how you will for
your pleasure depends on it
we all hear a different rhythm
and act accordingly
understanding experience
looks odd from outside
life lives apart of perception
one that distorts reality
differences shared
through a loosely
veiled guise.

Fall under being

that is what you are.
change if you must,
in the end,
you are the same.

Jello shooter

running on empty.
a loaded gun
filled with blanks,
jello can’t pull the trigger.
gelatinous grip caves
in upon itself.
it only has
oneself to grab,
and even then,
that’s questionable.

What does this mean?

the words i use
mean what you will
and what i think.
what do they mean?

Working for life

i need food and shelter,
everything else is unnecessary.
why work so hard for the essentials?
have the primary needs of human beings
changed since our conception?
where has this excess come from
and how can one fight it?
want should not exceed need,
for desires mirage needs.

Faults aren’t fake

i want to pretend,
but i can’t convince myself,
let alone others.
working to play
isn’t fun.
exhausted smiles
speak encumbrance.
confusion impedes progress
posing knowledgeably
defends marginally.
i will not fake it
to make it.
i’d sooner fail
than preserve
a false ideal.
failure reveals
that which
a fake tries
to conceals.
faults build up
which a fake
will destroy.

Baseball speaks life

strike a match,
strike a pose,
strike three,
your out.
of what?
where to?
how come,
and why?
blind faith
cannot win bases.
swinging at chances
create opportunities
of scoring.
to late now
for a bunt.