The Universe Tends to Unfold as It Should....Right

It seems futile to spend our lives

Searching for more, not knowing we have the world.

But we don’t realize this until what we have becomes relative.

Relatively lonely, relatively shallow, worried about the wrong things.

We can all relate

Because whether we know it or not,

We are all brothers and sisters: Relatives

In a globalizing world of polar opposites.

Positive and negative correlations

According to the ways in which we relate to each other.

From ebonics to economics

No differences, simply different dialects of the same language.

Words sown together by threads of electronics.

But we are not robotic

Rather consuming that which is toxic.

Twisted imagery of what it means to be feliz (happy).

It is not about what you do, but why you do it.

Understand this and one may achieve inner peace.

It may sound cynical,

But

We are dying every day.

WE are dying everyday.

At the same time we have an infinite chance

To change our way,

To be saved by grace.

Jesus Christ,

Show your face.

Because in a world of constant relativity,

He is the only relative I need.

Your wish has been granted

Of all the seeds planted

This particular wild flower has

Blossomed beautifully

Pink rose-petal cheeks

And delightful when she speaks.

It seems like weeks these days.

I feel like I’ve taken you for granted

Because you are a rare breed

Of such cute fruit

Planted deep down to Earth

And maybe a little sickly at birth

But in due time you will realize your worth

And that scares me.

Granted that I’m the one who snipped

The roots of a budding love,

You may grow out of us

Deciding that I’m the one to cut

Out of your life

To find words and prayer are not enough,

In many ways I’ve taken you for granted

And waiting sucks

Many of us can’t stand it.

But if you can find it in your

Ripening heart to trust

Then know that I must have you

To tend with care

And water with love.

It’s always the same story

Behind this hard cover of good deeds

Lies volumes of cliches

Prayers answered leads to praise

Only to replaced by stumblings and darker days

Grumbling

Plots twist my insides

Because resolutions are often hard to find

In this depressive mind state

Characters shift, while perspectives change

Conflict resolution is only day-to-day

And sometimes dialogue is at a minimum

With nothing to say

Shrouded by clouds of silent shouts

I can’t get out

When my voice is drowned out 

By large crowds of self-doubt

Loud noise.

I have freedom of choice in this grand scheme,

But I always seem to fall victim to mindless wandering

Pondering, where am I to go from here?

Writer’s block as I try to pen my life on the page

Something worthy of the stage or silver screen

That tragedy when I finally write the final scene

And when it all seems over…

Once again I wake up as if it was all dream

Nightmares scream for eternity when you’re asleep,

But they too shall pass.

I guess I’m just a student forever dozing off in class

As that child trying to finish his assignment,

Once again, I’m crying

I’ve forgotten to do my homework

A funny thing

Chasing dreams placed in front of me

Because I’m always behind them.

The same story.

But this does not define who I am.

Forever is never, and pain will not last.

Tomorrow is today, and soon this present too will be past.

I’ve tried

And every time I find some great way to fail.

Hail in the midst of the storm,

My bed,

My head full of promising dreams

Seems like the only place of refuge

Refusing to leave

Sleep drapes me in its warm embrace

Escape is not an option

Often, days melt into each other

Smothering me, while priorities heap

Creeping under my skin and over my shoulders

Older again at the days end, at last

I finally can relate to Atlas.

Looking for a road map

Perhaps an exit or another way

To make up for mistakes made

Procrastination leads to assassination

Of mental faculties

Teacher please

I read too slow and time is the casualty

Yet I continue to commit murder

As I push due dates further

Suffocating them beneath blanket sheets

Blank sheets while I escape through break beats

Then in my time of defeat, I finally lay prostrate at your feet

Weeping at my self-inflicted fate

With three words, “I am screwed”

Because I can’t do this without you

And so now I am saved by two,

“Jesus Christ.”

May your words be true.