Poems
My Essence….Selfish Guidance
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Selfish Guidance
Steady
Steady
Keep Still
Now’s not the Time…
Hold it
Hold it
Stay Closed
Dare not to Dream…
Wait
Wait
Be Deathlike
For Change is Terrible….
- A Poem by Boodah
(11/17/2006)
Untitled
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Untitled(For Now)
We wait…
We wait for Him.
We wait for his second coming
as if the first time he came
doesn’t have much value.
He only did show and tell us
how to love and live.
No.
We are not satisfied with that.
So, we tell ourselves and preach that
the second coming will be great.
He will make our pain go away.
Why do you let us suffer, my
Lord and Savior?
You know I can’t think for myself. Much less have us thinking
for ourselves.
Turns out that the perfect creation
You created has a flaw.
Free will…
The Free Will to create laws that bind and constrict.
The Free Will to discriminate and oppress.
The Free Will to create instruments of death.
The Free Will to put the Almighty Dollar before Our Fellow Brothers and Sisters.
The Free Will to renounce the perfection that You blessed us with.
The Free Will to not realize the Truth and Your Word, but to create
our own that satisfies our desires and ambitions.
We twist and pull words out of Your mouth to justify our actions…
Greed
Slavery
Racism
Sexism
Wars
Hate
Stealing
Oppression
Corruption
Carnal Gratification
Torture
Killing
Denial
Giving Up
Kidnapping
Rape
Genocide
Failure
Staying ignorant of all of the above
As much as we resist and squirm,
the Truth is a part of us
and we are a part of the Truth.
Love is Strength.
Every birth of a child is a miracle.
Every warm smile is something beautiful.
Laughter is music.
Discovery is Nirvana.
Truth is eternal as He is.
It never dies or even survives.
It is ever living and thrives
with or without us.
- A Poem by Boodah
(12/3/2006)
That’s Why
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That’s Why
You figure since
we’re no longer
an item
We can be
happy-go-lucky
friends
Deep conversations
Sharing of secrets
Boasting of accomplishments
Venting of moronic circumstances
Dreams of the future comparisons
Being vunerable
Laughter only made you more beautiful
You were my river
when my heart and motivation
ran dry
You were a site
for my sore heart’s eye
Now, you want to be friends?
We can be friends
But…
My friends don’t lie
My friends don’t neglect
My friends are not fake
My friends do not burn me
Most of all, friends never
betray trust
Besides, you made your selfish choice
You dropped my heart for another
This is MY choosing
That’s why
we can’t be friends
- A Poem by Boodah
(12/09/2006)
Anywhere but here
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aNyWhErE bUt HeRe
In this room
In my head
My mind throbs with silence
I bang my head against routine
Anywhere but here
Motivation bleeds out
Empty communications
Obligation’s choke hold is strong
Nothing gets done
Anywhere but here
Boredom is torture
Wasting time wears on my patience
Creativity gasping for fresh air
I’m ensnared in what I thought would be freedom
A bird propelling into flight is inspiration…
- A Poem by Boodah
(12/13/2006)
What I don’t miss
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What I don’t Miss
I thought about you today
Yea, I remember you
You’re kinda hard to forget
In fact, I have to admit,
there are some things I miss
I miss the happiness in my heart
I miss confiding in someone
I miss having that “invincible” feeling
I miss the “I love you’s”
I miss knowing that someone felt for me
- what I felt for them
But, one day it disappeared
No Explanations
Not even an Excuse
I asked you questions
You had no straight answers
You know, people say that when someone suffers a broken heart,
They don’t change for the better
They change for the worse
The Illusion of hate and abandonment sets in
They give up on love
Time passes
And, they grow bitter
But, Not Me
I will not close up my heart
I won’t ever give up on my hopes and dreams
I will not stop loving and respecting myself
I will keep my heart open
I will let my strength shine thru
I WILL NOT take the darkness and emptiness on the inside
for the green grass and blue skies on the outside
And, as much as I miss what we had
- I
Don’t
Miss
You
- by Vincent Esquivel aka Boodah
(09/29/2006)
Smile
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Smile
Some beings grimace
making ugly faces
thinking that smiling
is a sign of weakness
But, i don’t smile for your satisfaction
I smile for everyone
I smile for myself
It gives me a good feeling
in the bottom of my tummy
At the center of my Being
At times, my smile
makes another person smile
It passes on
like a water ripple
turned human ripple
One Drop
One Step
towards Happiness
A baby smile
A dog smile
A chubby smile
A skinny smile
A tired smile
A smile for no reason
A crooked smile
A wise smile
A dirty smile
A big smile
A tiny smile
A stupid smile
A smart smile
A wild smile
An old smile
No ugly smile
Only Beautiful smiles
It doesn’t take much
It really doesn’t take anything
Smile a Beautiful Smile
- A Poem by Boodah
01/18/07
Your Choosing
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Your Choosing
The suffering is your choice
We don’t like the pain
But, the pain is not the source
Sometimes you go the wrong way
At that time, you must change course
Don’t get caught up in the mistake
The mind should never settle
Keep it free flowing
Take it to the next level
Let love be your guiding light
Don’t take up arms
It’s a victory won without a fight
You can never lose your mind
The Truth is clear and bright
even if your eyes are blind
You are never alone
God, Buddha, Jesus, and your Ancestors take this journey of life by your side
Your thoughts may get blurry
But, They never lose sight
Never think of yourself as helpless
Reach out
Be more selfless
Realize the compassion burning inside of you
The Truth is obvious
Don’t get lost in the clues
- A Poem by Boodah
01/18/07
To all the Hoes and Bitches
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This goes out to all the Hoes and Bitches that I hope one day will see and fulfill their beautiful potential.
(Untitled)
Just like Santa Claus, they do exist.
Not only have I seen them,
I’ve held conversations with them.
Even touched them.
They’ve cursed me
I’ve told them they are beautiful
They take my kindness for weakness and desparation
They bitch
“Life is hard.”
“You don’t know what loss is, Vincent.”
As a teenager,
I saw my father’s body fight for its last breath.
Within the same year,
As my mom was preparing to back out of the driveway,
Our family dog, Liba, crawled underneath the van only to get crushed and die.
She was 8 yrs old.
Oh, but, i don’t know about loss.
I could pull out the sad and depressed card anyday.
Look up at the sky,
Curse God and the Truth.
I CHOOSE not to.
I recommend you do the same.
Truth is, Life is hard for everyone.
But, what would Life be without challenge and curve balls.
When you’re in Heaven,
and you see Ghengis Khan and Jesus of Nazareth rubbing elbows,
laughing while they shoot spitballs at Lucifer,
what stories will you tell?
Will you tell them how you played it safe
and that nobody ever gave you a chance?
Or, will you say that you lived and loved to the fullest?
Life and Love are Divine.
Accept that fact.
The seed is already planted in you.
Just water it.
You are a beautiful diamond.
Wipe life’s dirt away.
You were never a hoe or a bitch.
Stop believing you are ugly and/or stupid.
Nothing could be further from the Truth.
And, when I say you are beautiful,
I mean the whole you -
Mind, Body, and Spirit.
Sensational Woman.
Happy Valentine’s
- Words by Boodah
02/13/2007
Cool White Flame
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Cool White Flame
Cool White Flame
Not Hot
But, Warm to the touch
Calm and Steady
Its light eternal
Understanding
And Wise
Cool White Flame
Burns in each of us
It does not see
Trivial things such as
skin color
religion or
sexual orientation
For True Love is without sin
True Love transcends convention
Cool White Flame
Can never be snuffed out
But, do protect it
Keep it from contamination
Negativity will change its color
Black smoke will begin to rise
Cool White Flame
It is Romance
When we stray
From eachother
It will flicker violently
Guiding us back to one another
Cool White Flame
Mine shines alone
For the time being
Maybe yours flickers for me
Maybe mine flickers for you
Only Time will Expose
~ Words by Boodah
02/24/2007
A mess of thoughts
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A Mess of Thoughts (v. 0.1.4.6)( a work in progress. Do share your thoughts. )
I wonder if Heaven has an Economy
If God plays the stock market
How much did the War cost between Heaven and Hell?
How many times did the Dow Jesus crash?
How far back did God’s eyes roll back
when man came up with “money?”
It’s sad to see the medical field
evolve into the Medical Industry
Advertisement:
We don’t quite have theh cure,
but we’ll be glad to prescribe you something.
However Death can be a side effect.
The surgery will be $20,000 US
Do you have your insurance information?
Or, do you prefer to pay with cash or check?
It doesn’t make economic sense
to give away medical attention.
Remember those times Jesus turned
people away cus they couldn’t afford His Help?
Innocent people still die in war
Politicians see war as a rite of passage.
You aren’t leading if people aren’t bleeding
Terrorism was invented on September 11, 2001
Billions have been spent.
I have yet to see a soldier with a fat wad of cash…
We declare war in Freedom’s name.
For Freedom’s thirst for Blood is Great.
It’s all about supply and demand.
- Words by Boodah
5/28/07
Mental Dialogue on Mental Clarity
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Mental Dialogue on Mental Clarity
SNAP!
CRACK!
RUSH!
Something is wrong
This pain is too great to be without injury
The fear flows in
The confusion grows
Obsession takes a seat
and settles in
In my mind, I run
The best I can
on wobblely legs
I hide in the shadows
of my mental terrain
Oh my God!
What was that?
My heart races
My head throbs
Feeling in my limbs
come and go
I’m dying
This has to be how dying feels
I’m startled even more
as I hear footsteps
Dry leaves crunching
under someone’s weight
I don’t know who it is
The figure finally steps
into the light
I see a small boy
wearing a maroon buddhist robe
I thought I was hidden well
He walks to me
Adjusting his glasses
He asks, “What are you doing?”
I answer, “I don’t know.”
“You look very scared.”
“I am.”
“Why? Is something bad gonna happen?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should get up.”
“I’m not sure if I can.”
“Give it your best.”
I stand up
Feeling dizzy and
light headed
The fear and obsessive mind
still present
I take the child’s hand
and we begin to walk
The child explains to me
a lesson is to be learned.
For anything that brings
you closer to the Truth
is a Blessing
Persistence is the soil
from which Wisdom sprouts
I tell Him I don’t understand
He says, “Learn and you will Know.
Practice and you will become Wise.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Doubt and worry stain the spirit
and curse the body.”
I smile
He smiles back
Letting go is the hardest thing to do
in a world where we are taught
to acquire so much
The sun rises
My ego begins to dissolve
- Words by Boodah
06/17/07
Ignorance Extinguished
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Ignorance Extinguished
Confrontation
It’s something I try to avoid
Big mouths come seeking
Saying too much
The confessions are Free
Your Ego’s in the interrogation room alone
Guts spill with every word
All without my need to slash
I am the cold, blue Truth
Quenching your red, hot Lies
A pompous attitude that has no grounds
There is more than egg on your face
Your tongue has taken your mind’s space
Conforming to your small world
Your mind burns bright with stupidity
Lay your Ego to rest
Set yourself Free
Make room for the Increase
Ignorance Extinguished
- Pictures by Boodah
5/10/08
Untitled (A Christmas Poem)
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Untitled
Merry Christmas
The greatest time of the year
It’s not all about presents
For your presence
Is your gift to me
For I am your present
I unwrap my heart
Reveal my soul’s smile
I give myself to you
To be selfless
In a selfish world
That’s all about “Me”
This is “My Time”
In a world that needs “Us”
There is no better time
We are the answer
Merry Christmas
Love is the best part of the year
It’s not all about presents
For Our Presence
Is Our Gift to the World
- PoEm WoRdS by Boodah
12/24/2007
Untitled (Spoken Word)
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spoken word is a beautiful art….. An art I wish to dabble in…
just like the way I used to test the water
dip my toes
then, pull away
teasing my soul
just like so many of us do with our dreams
yes, I’m accusing you
I’m not implying
you too are guilty
for letting too much go
you look to strive and try in the wrong places
just like you used to love that asshole or bitch
that we all know too well
for they have step on our hearts
once or twice
maybe three times in our lives
broken promises
empty hearts
passion all bled out
dry as a bone
a busy tone
ringing in your ear
on your phone
you grow all emo
and think you’re all alone
acknowledge the smiling faces around you
to watch an inch worm inch its way
yet, some still say this universe it empty
since I cannot see or smell love
does that mean it doesn’t exist?
and, if I cannot show you my dreams
does that mean they don’t exist?
you tell me the cup is half empty
i look at the same cup and say you’re full of shit
your ears are overflowing with lies
your eyes are blinded by self-deception
baby killer
aborting your dream at conception
this universe was once a twinkle in God’s eye
while stars twinkle in my eye from light years away
problems so vast
dreams so huge
every journey starts with one step
you take a leap
mistake a stumble for failure
misery loves company
i left that dumb bitch years ago
I’m taking the higher road
I ain’t rich yet
but, the view is already so much better
the climb to the summit
makes the stay at the top that much sweeter
negativity propels my positivity
energy is neutral
I choose to use it in my favor
I’m no pig
why would i want to bathe in my own shit?
God makes no trash
why belittle me?
as a kid, I loved being in Awe
I used to think I could fly if I ran fast enough
I’ve met real people that are faker than faker
My imaginary friend was realer than real
and, so are my dreams
your dreams
realer than the fake wars we declare
real as the young lives murdered
realer than a recession leading to a depression
why is the economy so sad?
don’t listen to the flaming, stupid Bush
he’s a false prophet
making a huge profit
from making the world a nightmare
terrorists could be in your neighborhood right now
so, if he can make your nightmare come true
why can’t you make your dreams come true?
I will fly when I run today
chase your dreams
turn them into reality
create your own universe
- Boodah aka Vinny $o Fresh
10/1/2007
An Evening Encounter
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An Evening Encounter
The moon’s fullness
makes the night bright
The stars are shining
The air is cool
My summer kimono
keeps me comfortable
I follow my usual path home
Along a valley between mountains
The trees are so green
even in the dark
My walking stick keeps
me in good balance
Suddenly i see a figure
walking in the distance
He’s walking up the mountain
We cross paths
For some reason, we both stop
I look up the mountain
in the direction he is facing
Nothing but trees and darkness
I look back at him
We both smile
He’s wearing an all white kimono
I can tell he has a solid build
All the hair on his head is white
But, I swear he’s not old
He looks maybe middle aged
“Where are you going?” I ask
“To visit with a friend,” he says
“I didn’t know anyone lived up there.
I don’t see a path.”
“Not all paths are seen with the eyes.”
“Ah, well, do you need some water?
I have some on me.”
I swing my shoulder around
throwing my bag to the front.
“No. I am Fine. Thank you.”
“How long have you been walking?”
“About two days.”
“Is it an emergency?
My village is close by.”
“No. Nothing to worry about.”
I look up to the sky and say,
“Tonight is a beautiful night.”
“Yes. We are both lucky to
have such great walking weather.
These pine trees have a strong scent.”
“I’ve heard that before.
This area is known for that.
Well, my home is waiting for me.”
“Yes, my friend is waiting for me.”
We bow our heads to conclude our meeting.
He begins to walk and crosses my path.
I start on my way home.
Behind me, I can hear the tall grass swishing
around his legs.
Before long, I smile at the sight of
my home.
- By Boodah
06/25/07
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