On the Road Again

All this time building a life going nowhere, spending and wasting away. More hours spent heading down the same old path. Moving down the same streets, but what’s it all for? Out on the road again, back on the beat. Energy wasted throughout this life on nothing significant. Working and working, striving for more but with plans made and broken. Life changes in full force and switches little worlds off course.

Blocks in a building are breaking the foundation, where is it going why is it breaking? Too many followers and not enough leaders. The morale standards are lost and forgotten, as this world is poisoned rotten. Where is the help and the love that we’ve lost? For nature, the world, our health and our morale. There is no savior for all of the fallen. With only all hands held can we be raised together. Each person steadily works, no stopping or stalling. Work and work, forever and ever. Taxed up the ass for no reason at all. All paying to live a life of working for responsibilities. Our lives used and sucked for our incomes, our revenues. This government built for all but supports a minority. Who watches those, with power and authority? They use their positions for selfishness and amenities. Are they really helping anyone by abusing a collective trust.

We better ourselves for nothing because in the end there is someone reaping the benefits of your labors. To traverse out, it’s back on the road again to wheel about.

Official Scapegoat

Inside the rink things go down differently than on the streets, even with the strict set of rules in both rules. On both sides of the street there are things that are acceptable and things frowned upon. In cities people don’t engage in abuses of each other as they do inside the arena of sport. The challenge of competitors waging battles on each other, for supremacy. This view of athletes assaulting each other causes regular citizens to participate in actions unfamiliar to their regular lives.

The issue at hand is the constant abuse of one ice officials at hockey games, minor and adult. In all amateur divisions, participants are paying to play hockey for fun and in a safe environment. Except in divisions in which participants are being payed and all injuries are cleared under insurance. If an injury occurs in a recreational hockey game the injured party isn’t covered if they have to miss out on work. In professional hockey they are completely covered and rehabilitated. There is also a collective respect in pro leagues because everyone is essentially just working for a paycheck. These two comparisons are often mistaken by minor league hockey participants in lower tiers.

These players and coaches often let the power of the games passion take control of their emotions. The outlet for stress and disappointment go toward the competition and the officials. If the players cannot control themselves they let vengeance take over their emotions. There is a conflict of minds which becomes physical. Whether a hack, a slash, hook, hold or a punch. This emotion is good ole Canadian hockey mentality, do onto them as they did to you. When someone gets you or outshines you. You get them back.

But when these actions turn dirty or someone receives an unsuspecting cheap shot things turn fierce fast. The excitement of the game can turn a bump into a brawl because someone doesn’t like the way they were bumped. Why does this happen when we go from relaxed to aggressive so quickly.

I myself have been victim of this powerful emotional roller coaster. As I skated down the slot to split two players another came from behind laying an elbow to my head leaving me dazed and confused. Taking a mental note I retired to the bench to fix my broken helmet then proceeded next shift to clothesline the same guy behind the net. Which started a brawl that included my sixteen year old brother holding his own against a twenty three year old, but he’s another story. After the fighting it was calm minus some chirping and trash talking. How was this experience for the referees all because I wanted my retribution.

Why do officials put on the stripes? To be called a zebra and to be hung as the official scapegoat. Or hold out a hand and participate in a game not a circus. Many games get rough and tough but when its not about the game, it’s enough. If you feel there is ever a reason to blame a referee for having a game get out of control then you must look at the actions of the participants not the rule upholders. Because an official never throws a punch, dirty elbow, kicks an opponent or floods the bench to start a brawl. They are there to uphold the rules to the best of their ability and see as much of the game as they can.

On Mars

Life on mars must be a very hostile place, where any life must compete to its fullest with any competitors. Much like the human race, how we fight for survival and pass on morals to better ones own situation. Both places are destructive, misused and yet so beautiful…

My life so intertwined with another, we touch so close but go so fast in the opposite direction we don’t even see each other we see a blur and a metallic object. There is no distinction by many people that there are other people in the cars around them. To many drivers they are just cars, not people in a car. Is this a bi-product of living in a web-social world where our networking is done impersonally? Has everyone around become a haze from a bombardment of fear and capitalism forced upon us by government factions? Or have we just lost contact with what makes us human?

We are all human and serve no greater purpose than to uphold the laws of nature. Sure as the greatest species ever documented, we can overcome any obstacles. We call ourselves human and animals have never had a war, who are the real animals? The dinosaur roamed earth for millions of ions and man has only walked for hundreds a thousand of years. And we have hit a boiling point of global meltdown and deteriorated communication among races. There needs to be a global awareness among all countries.

As destinations become overcrowded, the prestige and privacy are devoured away. Getaways from the city become flash wastelands from the lack of respect for the land. The city is for fast moving individuals and those hot on trend band wagons. Those with nothing to lose but themselves, not thinking of losing resources for future generations. A balance in is needed to sustain equilibrium and stability in ones own life. The hardest thing is deciding is whats good for you good for others.

The present poses so many challenges for us to overcome as humans. The things that make life worth living are, our passions. Without them we follow someone else who has ambitions. To have full awareness of one’s self we must participate in activities that awake all of our levels of awareness.

Doing, Feeling, Thinking & BEING !

Another Day Posted

With another one down the drain.
The  thirst for more bleeds through my brain.
For tangibles worth nothing more than what we make them to be.
But they’re the only thing in life that make us feel truly free.
Our lives are so similar, all fighting for the mighty dollar.
Somehow we seem to always fight and holler!
Truth be told some deserve it more than others.
The best is to grow and share with brothers.
Everyone around is on the same boat.
Living a life, just trying to stay afloat.

For some living in a free enterprise world
and for some with a sense of inherited entitlements.
Their lives are prosperous and successful.
But success is measured on a different scale by everyone.

Success for a poor man could be bringing home an extra loaf of bread.
But for rich men it would have to be an extra load of money.
For poversh nations, people feel successful living for another day.

With another day posted without losing health.
You can look to tomorrow to bring you wealth.
Bring your head up high stand tall among the rest.
When in doubt figure it out and always do your best.
Each day’s a battle but it can be evened out.
Let go of fear, rejection and doubt.
Look to heroes before and in the present.
Live your life to the fullest, don’t be hesitant.
Grab life by the horns and don’t let go.
Hail to the chief the all mighty doh.

May 27th to date

It’s fucking insane too much for my brain.

I’m not a robot, sit type and create for the masses.

How can anyone sloth out and vegetate following propaganda.

Stand up fight! Free the confined world.

She is our earth, our worth, our world! Our Lord!!

Following the same people is not sane.

Too much to handle, makes it easy to see,

Why anyone can go out of their brain and kill on a spree.

I’m never one to do it! But it’s closer than we all think.

A fragile world equals more brittle minds, bodies and souls.

Spirits are guided by others wings.

Whether dark or light, we try following what we know is right.

Why can’t I do what’s right, school and work.

Followed by theft and drug slanging at night.

Living nowhere with no home in sight.

Staring into nowhere ruining my eyesight.

Endlessly searching, creating and manipulating sites.

Caged starving and angry like rabid dog waiting to fight.

I’m no longer a waiter but a creator.

Willing to change what I can and live if I can?

May 25th to date

I’m busy working,

with no time to work.

I’m always living for another

day to make money.

I’m tired of money.

I’m at school throughout the day.

At work throughout night.

Awake while I sleep,

even in trances so deep.

I’m tired of living,

what should I do?

I’m tired of school,

I’m tired of thinking

I’m tired of courses.

All of my over educated friends,

are taking underpaid positions.

That leaves me alone,

That makes us both alone.

I’m tired of you.

May 23rd to date

My days before were so relaxed, just chilling slow and calm.

No stress or pain with a lot of exercise.

Annually receiving a paycheck with money in the bank and

expendable income, growing from trees.

Unknowingly and blindly accepting educational loans

with less than enough to pay for schools and supplies.

With six thousands unmet needs, up my ass in work

to fill my feed,I barely get fed, reveal no lies.

If you think schools hard with assignments and homework?

try seeing it through someone else’s eyes.

Driving commute, sit, prop time, school, break,

education, instruction, class over,walk, sit, drive,

work, drive, shop, drive, home, walk, eat, creative, sleep. .

. . zzzzzz . . . . pee . . . . . . drink . . . . . . dog for pee . . . . z z z z

z z z z BBUZZZ z . . . . .., “%*#@” morning !!?!/! /! ?! ? . . . . . .. ……

Awe back on my way, on the routine follow the path down the same route.

Past the same pole round the same turn.

Following the rule of another each day instead of….

Painting my own worlds path through natural and ice canvasses.

Weekly hockey followed by a trip to the mountain;

for a bike, hike or a powder run down a lift trail.

Left for torture and feelings or impaired-ness, comparable to chasing rails.

The splash of a pool flipping backwards off a board

replaced for diving head first into forced education.

Held down by the rush of assignments,

drowned by the flow of instruction reaching for breathe.

Riding was my way of transport and it was,

always a great way to loosen up my legs and back.

Now I bike or walk and struggle with pain and muscle

tension along with asthmatic symptoms.

Driving an auto all around, uptown, downtown and always back to my town.

To crawl into bed for the night to rest my head.

Sometimes when I’m unable to embrace a slumber

I wish to above that I would drop dead to rest.

I haven’t passed my test cause

I’m still learning my studies of how this world lives off the suffering of others.

I fail for will of wanting to help, the one’s around me.

They’re the greatest karma to inherit if surrounded by

what you feel is your requirements for accepted companions.

Love the ones around you and follow your heart’s passion no matter the sacrifice

It’s never too late to better yourself, but the world keeps dying.. killing itself.

Learn to help you, then help that person next to you.

Hold them not above, below in front or behind but beside.

May 21 to date

With the world as is on axis off centered spinning of course.

How do I cope, with booze, coke or dope. Nope at the end of rope,

Classified info quoted, live on your own inside your castles’ moat.

Stay on your own, hold it yourself. Stand up alone for someone else.

Give us your help but hold on your own, to the things that you own.

Morales and values untouched by the demons in sanctuary of self.

Keep who you are sacred and own you before someone else does.

Follow your dreams or you’ll tread behind a person who has one.

All by myself, all on my own but living with others, all on my own,

Ensure to kwoan each day to insure yourself, upon your own awareness.

Be aware, follow your own path and live in togetherness,

even if you want to be alone.

Each day’s a kwoan.

May 19 to date

There’s bad going on can we stop its’ song?

sining along in our school halls.

When did it go wrong, all gone down.

Did society just drown out the pain,

problems, torturers and mentally insane.

Stormy, rainy, cloudy and scary.

The types of torture vary, deep dark and dreary.

Never know what’s next creating states of weary dreamy worlds.

Mixed delusional dimensions, intertwining together.

Where is the line drawn in between these divisions?

How come everyone looks there own way?

The world spins as one as everyone builds there separate lives.

We don’t fix our own problems, so why are we trying,

to help fix others lives, cultures, traditions and ways of being.

Not living as one, toward global initiatives is,

Why the world has problems?

(Not living as one, toward global initiatives)

May 17 to date

Day after day so long they feel the same they’re all wrong.

With no end in site, it’s not right to feel this way.

So sick insane, each days’ the same.

All along could do it myself…

Do i really need there help?

Was it a scam, a score? What there’s more?

Can I take it again, if it all breaks down?

or pick it back up and shake downtown..

Do it myself without there help.

Who else can do it, without instruction?

All alone in soul seduction, follow a plan..

On another path or tread your own on mixed trails,

in between, high mountains along alpine cliffs.

With sleek sharks in trenches and lagoons @

each corner like jack-knifing semi’s colliding.

As a dark knight in medieval thymes,

like horrible haggar in cave hidden twines,

quick as a dagger and my rhymes,

They’ll take you down as a gazelle in the plains.

Among jungles of predators and prey, all attacking @

Once there’s a path to go all alone and make it as one.

Take and help others along down your way,

Just don’t hold on! and let it live as long is it can.

Don’t force your lives loves, or zits.

Don’t force and love it, even though life’s the shits.