Out of Order

What if the very last day

Was really the beginning?

Losers get all the trophies

Because there’s no such thing as winning

Being fair isn’t fair

We just get what we get

And I can change the whole world

Since nothing’s happened yet

The whole world is out of order

Nothing is what it seems

It’ll be your worst nightmare

To fulfill all of your dreams

The void is now full

With infinite potential

Never fully actualized

Just to keep it existential

Freed by our limits

We are living beyond borders

Stifling chaos

In a realm that defies orders

Undoing the Big Bang

Is as easy as folding paper

Everything returns to zero point

In the mind of the Creator

It’s the ultimate “do over”

For that which was not done

Temporal ties cannot terrorize

In unmanifest light of eternal Suns

All things are forever

In the mind that cannot die

But only in not being born

Can you possibly know why

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

When I’m In Poetry Mode

I have many states of being

Most of them conditioned

Circumstantial ways I am

Depending on my position

If I’m on top I am a certain way

If on the bottom I’m another

Each one relative to what’s going on

Which determines how I’m covered

But when I am in poetry mode

I’m not circumstantially dependent

I enter into a different realm

Where I am consciously transcendent

There’s no thing as linearity

Removing the cause of the effect

For when life turns into poetry

All frames of reference intersect

At the point of their convergence

We find the poem’s entrance into time

Emerging out of no where

Thus impossible to confine

Always open to interpreting

It’s expression has no end

And as the author I am one with it

So who can say where I begin

Perhaps the poetry created me

To bring itself to form

Pre-existing my corporeal self

A possibility outside the norm

Now I’m not just a person being

But an event within creation

Composed of seen and unseen forces

Forming a poetic destination

I’m not encountered but attended

Participation is a must

If you ever want to know me

Before I turn back into dust

For when I’m not in poetry mode

I am a man devoid of being

Processes functioning mechanically

With eyes that have no seeing

Here to do until I’m done

Trying to get my tasks complete

My meaning and my function one

Until I’m considered obsolete

Then I am replaced

With a newer model off the shelf

That’s why a life without being poetry

Is like living without a self

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

There Are More Important Things

There are more important things

Than the ones that I am pondering

Thoughts that distract me from all that’s True

And lead my mind to wandering

There are more important things

Than what’s in and out of season

Than comparing myself to others

When there really is no reason

There are more important things

Than what I make up about tomorrow

Fearing a future that might not exist

Or repeating yesterday’s sorrow

There are more important things

Than achieving my desires

If getting what I think I want

Means in truth I yield to liars

There are more important things

Than getting someone to love me

If in doing so I lose myself

And put that one above me

There are more important things

Than living a life of pleasure

If at the end of it I’ve torn your soul

And can’t get it back together

There are more important things

Than what I call religion

If I only use it as a set of rules

Without seeking its deeper vision

There are more important things

Than being protected from what I fear

Since it seems that trying to run from it

Has only served to draw it near

There are more important things

Than me seeking after wins

Since the race isn’t always for the swift

Or for the one with fewer sins

There are more important things

Than always being right

Since almost everything is relative

When seen in a different light

Yes, there are more important things

But what they are I do not know

So I occupy myself with this vanity

Until I’m forced to let it go

 

 

 

Psychic Vacation

I’m going on psychic vacation

I’m out of the equation

The world can continue with all the drama

Minus my participation

I’m unplugging from the matrix

I hit CTRL ALT DELETE

I’m refusing to do the “copy and paste”

When there’s something more complete

I’m reformatting my hard drive

Since all my files are in the cloud

Hit download if you need me

But for now I’m bowing out

Don’t try to access the server

It’s been password protected

Don’t bother using the ones that used to work

Because they all will be rejected

Now how long will I be out here?

Well that’s really hard to say

It could be a minute or a lifetime

Or maybe just today

But as of Now you cannot reach me

Where I’m going you can’t go

Unless you too exit the system

And enter into Flow

One and Counting

If All is One in the Beginning

Do all endings start with two?

From there leading to many

Countless “Me”s apart from you

In One there’s no division

Therefore nothing torn asunder

Yet in many we seem to forsake the Whole

And make idols out of numbers

Oh to live the Shema

“The Lord our God is One”

If this is true then what do we get

When all of our counting’s done

With our “adding up” obsessions

You’d think we’d find salvation

But all we seem to get from this

Is more miscalculations

All of our opinions

About the way we think things are

Like the six blind men and the elephant

So close but yet so far

We try to measure everything

In our attempts to get control

Not seeing that our metrics all fall short

Of the Undivided Whole

That’s why we’re so crazy

And mostly schizophrenic

Divided minds seeing many

In a world with only Oneness in it

So God please help my vision

To see only what is True

If You are One, then so are we

Since we live and move in You

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

The Energy Alternative

Causeless Energy so unbound

Impossible to imagine

Setting free potentialities

That lesser sparks are trapped in

Invisible scaffolding holding in place

All that you think you see

Static beings cannot exist

In the realm of this Frequency

If I tell you of Its Power

You cannot exist

But it’s encoded on your DNA

On the third strand of every twist

It’s the Keys to the Kingdom

Out of Darkness comes the Light

Usurping clocks in a paradox

Making faith more True than sight

Borderless are Its dimensions

Containing all empty space

Its fingerprints are on everything

But It never leaves a trace

It is there in the Beginning

And here where it’s all gone

And will be as Heaven fades away

And Earth has long moved on

It undoes all of our knowings

Like shadows in the sun

And undivides all that we’ve split

By seeing all things One

How it pains me not to tell you

But some things cannot be said

For if I try to confine the Truth in these lines

It will turn into lies instead

Besides you already know this

It is evident when you are still

That’s why when prophets try to reveal this Word

They often wind up killed

You don’t want to face what you’re denying

After all it’s your creation

You think the only way to be your self

Is to exist in separation

But one day you’ll discover

That lies are never True

That the very thought of a you that’s less than One

Is a you that is never You

This is the only knowledge that is Power

The Source of energies unabating

The Life of life that knows not death

And keeps All perpetuating

On Being a Moneymaker

All these years I’ve been living life
Like money isn’t real
Never making decisions based on it
But focusing more on how I feel

I’ve walked away from high paying gigs
To work in shipping and receiving
Just because I wanted to
No thought of what I was achieving

I’ve disappointed around the world
For not fulfilling my potential
All the while feeling quite at peace
With an air that’s presidential

I felt just like a rich man
Doing what I wanted to do
Never thinking that my bank account
Meant my riches were not true

I saw life as an adventure
A journey to be savored
All I needed was provided for
As if I lived a life of favor

Then someone brought to my attention
That I was not living life to plan
I should be a millionaire by now
Getting everything I can

But instead I’m still just bopping along
Doing what I do
Believing that everything is working out
In accordance with heaven’s view

But lately I’ve been wondering
What if I’ve been wrong
What if seeking Truth is a task for fools
And life was about Benjamins all along

Then that puts me way behind
I may never win the race
All my friends are miles ahead
While I was running in One Place

What if love of money isn’t evil
But love of God is the distraction?
What if I’ve been “bait and switched”
And missed my chance at satisfaction?

I could have been a moneymaker
The one calling all the shots
Instead of trying to know my soul
And purify my thoughts

I could have been stacking paper
Collecting fees and cashing checks
Instead of studying root causes
So that I can undo their ill effects

When I was busy seeking the Kingdom
Stuff was added to another
It might turn out I’m the prodigal
Being shamed by the other brother

What if YOLO* was the real deal
While I was thinking I’d live forever?
Which had me living fancy free
When I should have been under pressure?

When I was considering the lilies
And the birds of the air
I should have considered my 401k
Instead of casting all my cares

Well at least that’s what I’ve been wondering
For at least the past few years
When people were looking down on me
For not passing up my peers

They tell me that with a mind like mine
They would’ve managed so much more
But I said if their mind was just like mine
They wouldn’t be keeping score

The fact is that while I’m wondering
If my choices were mistakes
I do so from Eternity
Which is beyond both time and space

I can always be a moneymaker
In fact I’ve been one at other times
That’s why I know the value it really has
Comes not from what it buys

Money is a form of expression
For what you hold most dear
So what we have or do not have
Can’t make our riches clear

So the best measure of my worth
Is the measure of my love
And how much I can give of it
Is all I should be thinking of.

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

*You Only Live Once

Sinnovation

Imagine a world without Sin.
What kind of world would it be
If there was no such thing as wrong
And right was all that we could be?

There would be no one to judge us
No crimes we could commit
It would just be one big free for all
No forgive and no forget

The ones with all the resources
Could just keep on taking more
They could screw over future generations
And just forget about the poor

The ones who have the least
Could make a big deal about the scraps
And never work together
So they become each others’ traps

The ones who claim to love the world
Can live off self-congratulations
While seeking to stay in comfort
So that no one tests their patience

Politicians can flap their gums
Saying what we hoped they say
Then when they fail to live the dream
We all can look the other way

Pundits can make a million bucks
Just for talking out of their ass
Then party with the one percent
While claiming to be middle class

Religionists can live guilt free
Because this world is not their home
And those who don’t believe in God
Can create religions or their own

Poets can stand on the side lines
Judging what they see
Thinking while they speak in rhyme
“Please no one look at me.”

Hey, this is starting to sound familiar
Kind of sounds like the world we’re in
That makes it more convenient
Just to do away with Sin.

Everything is awesome
No one really needs correction
Who needs to think of right and wrong
When we have egos for protection?

I can tell myself almost anything
Then convince myself it’s true
And I don’t have to be responsible
If the enemy is you

This system is ingenious
It’s a win-win situation
We can make it a sin to say there’s Sin
Now that’s what I call Sinnovation

It’s the ultimate invention
And we all are benefitting
Even losers win in the game of Sin
It’s high stakes, but we’re all betting

Do you think it’s not that simple?
Well that’s just another lie
Just replace religious statements with fashion ones
And soon you will see why.

You see everything has a standard
A bunch of made up rules
And if you fall outside them
Certain tempers will get fueled

There’s a way to be from your town
Or be a fan of a local team
There’s even a way to be countercultural
All of you know just what I mean

You know because you’re in the priesthood
Of the standards that you uphold
Even if your standard is to have no standard
To you there’s a way that that unfolds

We want things to go the “right way”
Which is the way inside our heads
So when things just go the way they go
We think that they went wrong instead

Such is the way of made up standards
That we hate but seem to need
And that’s why we can’t be free from Sin
Without a true Standard to intercede

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

Dr. Martin’s Dream With God

Martin Luther King’s dream was God’s dream

One for you and one for me

That all people could learn to live together

Seeking Justice and Harmony

It was not a new dream

But an old one long forgotten

The one God had in mind for us

Before we started plotting

We’ve been given many cultures

Many tribes and many nations

Different bodies. Different skin tones.

And different kinds of faces

But we have one thing in common

We all have God as Source

God spoke us all into being

Then set the galaxies on their course

All things are created with a vision

As in Heaven so on earth

God longs to share in all our lives

From the day our moms give birth

But somehow we forget God

And focus only on ourselves

But when there is no room for God

Soon there’s room for no one else

Different people make us nervous

“Why can’t they be like us?”

We stop caring about our neighbors

And focus more on all our stuff

Soon that’s all that matters

What we get and what we keep

And the dream of God is fading out

While we start to fall asleep

Then one of us says, “Wake up!”

Just like Dr. Martin did

Because he was taught the dream of God

In church as a little kid

So that’s why you are here today

To keep God’s dream alive

Just like Martin sought to do

So that all of us might thrive.

 

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

 

Sound and Silence

We come from Sound and Silence

Our Father and Our Mother

Birthing us eternally

No one separate from another

The peace and the passion

Part and parcel. One and same.

Called by many titles

But emerging from One Name.

We are Here. We are Now.

Just as we shall ever be.

There is nothing lost that ever was.

Ever present we shall be

 

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II