The Positive Prime, a book of Poetry

  But still exist alone.

  No limit or limitations

  But only is and is always real.

  Truth has no reality,

  Because it cannot be captured

  And placed in a bottle,

  AND IT LIVES BY ITS DEEDS ALONE,

  Each and every day!

  Faith on the other hand

  Is what truth is not?

  (Faith is the heart, the unreal.

  It is the imagination brought to life.

  Faith is hope and consequence;

  The hope that we give in to

  And the consequences that we are

  Willing to have no matter what the

  Truth really is.)

  THE PROMISE

  If the truth of the son of god&

  For god so loved the world

  That he gave his&son,

  That who ever believe

  In him shall not perish

  But have everlasting life!

  John: 3:16

  &That it makes more and more sense

  That our only worries as human beings, is not about the after life

  But, that we use this time here to better life and the existences

  We have each day.

  For our rewards are guaranteed

  And promised

  If we only believe them

  Our testament (here) lies solely in

  Each other,

  One unto another!

  THE TRUTH

  In all our beliefs

  All creeds and colors-

  Our religions talk of God,

  That this is our truth,

  That He is God!

  But all I hear

  From what he says,

  Is not He-

  But it is he.

  For all we do not know

  Or understand

  And search, we explain

  And think,

  About God,

  The truth is always

  That there exists the devil!

  It seems all the scriptures

  Says is not God-

  It says beware of Satan!

  Not to follow him.

  Truth is relative,

  It may falter within our state of mind.

  The devil character is a constant -

  TRUTH-

  THE CALLING

  There is the calling,

  The truth that is undeniable

  But the truth that is magical,

  And even has a life of its own.

  It is a truth that is even

  Untrue to itself,

  Because it has many sides

  And it is singular.

  Like a geometric truth

  Or a scientific theorem,

  Proven and then unproven-

  Discovered and then rediscovered.

  It only leads to more uncertainty.

  But our calling is that we

  Must search not to search

  Anymore!

  To be called is

  Really, not to have any answer!

  SELF ID

  We are I - people.

  I see the world outside

  Through my eyes only

  With my preconceptions

  (Even if I do not understand them)

  I can only imagine what it is-

  Looking back at me?

  I walk this earth longing

  To find myself, my soul,

  But never, can I find that out there!

  A fool tells me

  It is all inside of me.

  Well-

  I am already.

  What I look for is my mirror-image

  To show that picture of me

  That I can only imagine,

  But those others can see.

  When I do see myself

  Or hear or feel myself,

  I am terrified, to know-,

  Like I see the face of God!

  Knowledge and wisdom

  Is only the tip of the iceberg

  (To enlightenment)

  Self identity!

  It is at the eyes of another.

  UNDERSTANDING THE UNIVERSE

  Universally, God is everything that Man is not.

  What a man cannot do is what God can.

  Whatever a man is, is what a god does not

  Want to be.

  God has but one rule-

  That a man acts as a man.

  A man has but one desire-

  And that is to become a god.

  (God is where a man's destiny lies. And

  Of course, God determines all destinies-

  His Included; otherwise,

  He is not God, but merely us.)

  Humility is a man being a man

  Leave behind the kid within.

  Arrogance is when we think we can be

  A child forever-

  If God is truly who He is

  Then, he can never be touched.

  And only He can reach us.

  We talk about having "our space (or Space),"

  He has a space where we don't go;

  Just as we each need our space.

  I believe that He gives us our space-

  And that is how we are ourselves-

  -A human being.

  -Understanding the universe

  Is simply understanding

  The air that we breathe

  We cannot always see it,

  But we always know that it is there-

  ENDLESS LOVE

  "That it lives"

  (God is Love)

  It is not the struggle,

  It is not the conquest,

  It is not the enjoyment,

  It is that life goes on.

  It is not the meaning,

  It is not the pain,

  And it is not even the history,

  It is that life remains-

  It is those who go on to live,

  It is the children,

  It is the future of it all,

  "That it lives!"

  If that breath is so precious,

  And that time so dear;

  Then it is "that" beauty,

  That we leave (here).

  There is nothing better than that!

  I will meet you at the first day

  That we met,

  Not the last.

  It is all we give to each other,

  That our lives share together:

  I am only as good as I am

  Good to you.

  We are all good because of that!

  There is a part of me

  That I cannot let go,

  But there remains a part

  That is forever between us two.

  It is our love together

  That gives life to our self.

  That gives life to us all.

  -For James I. Green, (1933-2006)-

  TALENT

  Talent is what makes each of us

  Our individual selves,

  Meaning that, everyone has some.

  Talent is an energy that moves

  From place to place,

  Moment to moment-

  Talent is like a light

  That is invisible,

  Yes! Invisible light,

  One of those things

  That one day we will be able

  To place a rate to; measure on a scale,

  In units,

  And put a point of beginning and ending to.

  It is not difficult to understand.

  In today's world

  We mass produce talent-

  The music sounds the same.

  Intellect, acting, and in sports, all are big businesses.

  Talent is for sale!

  It is no mystery or wonder

  That we criticize the salaries

  That talent makes- too much! Too little

  "I'd pay money-"

  Talent is a commodity.

  One day soon,

  Someone will discover talent-


  (Maybe because talent is a science

  Whose presence will be at last found)?

  But I want to be the one who gets the credit

  As the first one who has talent.

  So to speak!

  YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

  Sometimes the very product

  Of all the effort

  Produces what it is we try to avoid.

  They become one in the same.

  We repeat it over and over again

  Until the beginning becomes the end

  There remains no difference

  But the inevitable-

  The worst of our fears-

  We are what we would defy

  It was said,

  We are what we eat.

  What will goes inside us

  Become the same

  As what comes out.

  During the process

  The slave

  Becomes the master,

  The folly is in the numbers.

  So

  There is always another day

  And another chance to right

  The wrongs.

  Our trial,

  As the naive believes,

  Are without end.

  Everything has its end.

  So,

  Everything has to also begin

  The beginnings make things happen.

  Just as we cannot get fat

  If we do not eat,

  We still do get fat

  When we eat too much

  Still, we have to be careful

  What we eat

  But what we eat

  Is not the worry

  Eating too much is.

  When it comes to eating

  The end does justify the means.

  Life is more than the path

  Life is the sum of the existences.

  It is real

  From birth to death

  Each person's life

  Is with the total

  Of all life;

  The complete

  Human experience!

  We refuse to believe in anything less

  Than ourselves

  Me in me with you in you,

  Because there is only one good

  There is only one truth,

  We have it so easy-

  But we stand to lose it all

  Times the very number

  Of people who

  Do not have a life.

  One bad in the bunch

  Spoils it for us all,

  It is your duty!

  Not to be that one who does that.

  Live well!

  THE CREAM IN-BETWEEN

  It takes the cream on the top

  That makes it butter.

  We experience our dreams

  Everyday!

  We live them.

  There is an upside to our dreams

  But there is also a downside.

  What happens to everybody else?

  We really do not care!

  Our selfish reality is making it.

  But who makes us?

  It is the selflessness-

  (How much we are willing to give up.)

  We speak of downsizing

  The trickle- down theories

  Can they ever bring it down?

  We all have to get down

  -And get out-

  But it always rises back

  To the top

  Back there in our dreams.

  We know top from bottom

  Never will the two meet.

  But there is a cream in-between

  Where we see eye to eye,

  And head to head.

  There is that cost to be the boss

  There is also no price you pay-

  When on top!

  Top is the tops.

  And everything else

  Its worth less.

  If control is your freak

  Then, it is not the top

  You seek,

  But go for the cream

  In-between;

  It holds the dream of a better world.

  DEVIL & ANGEL

  (A Love Poem)

  It is why I hold you near,

  Why I hold you dear?

  If ever asked,

  Why I love you dear?

  It is because I found my angel

  The avenger of my soul,

  Love of life itself.

  It grows deeper these words of love.

  Time plays a trick.

  I have heard it too much.

  The volume is just a replacement for wealth

  And material values.

  But my hearts sings out

  This song forever;

  It sings by choice.

  You are the devil and you are my angel,

  An avenger for my soul

  Cast down your power

  Cause yours I have equals

  My story has sequels,

  More and more...

  If one is one number

  It is just one from the rest.

  No numbers have any meaning

  And this is not a test.

  We are not as one

  As they always say

  I know me and you

  Thats at least the number two

  (Why not use two?)

  It is the love and hate

  That creates what we are

  Maybe love or

  Maybe just all that hate, my real self.

  But in all this world

  If there is an emotion

  To me and to you

  That emotion is called us

  My devil will do its bidding

  My angel comforts its thoughts

  Love or hate has the power,

  But you are a redeemer of my soul.

  WHAT YOU GOING TO DO?

  What will you do?

  With all that power

  I give to you?

  When I exposed myself-

  In all my nakedness to you!

  You can see me for all

  I am.

  I am innocence to your every desire.

  How will you act?

  Holding everything in your hands

  It is you, who make decisions,

  It is your entire plan.

  How far will you let it go?

  How much can I do?

  Just for your pleasure and

  By your will,

  Only God the father is greater!

  But you I do fill-

  Do not ask me to be a man!

  What are you going to do?

  I am just holding hands.

  It is simple.

  It is as it is or as we imagine

  How it really is?

  Believe in less than half of

  That, which is seen,

  Believe in none of it.

  It is simple,

  We are who we are not.

  Greater is the matter

  When it matters!

  -And if all is vanity,

  Then it is your vanity woman

  That makes the man!

  (What you going to do?)

  Chapter 4-

  WORD ON THE STREET

  I KNOW ALL THEY PULL

  (It Isnt Dunbar, P.L.)

  I have seen them walk the streets at night.

  I have seen

  The blind fear of fearlessness of that night.

  I have heard the cry of a million voices

  And I cringe at my feet.

  If a dollar was there,

  It would be easier.

  If we all were there,

  It would be a third world country.

  I cannot cry any longer,

  Or hurt any stronger,

  That life has so little

  Of meaning to us

  We struggle everyday

  (Each and everyone),

  And send up a million prayers

  To God, that in the lottery of life,

  But a few wil
l win

  And fewer learn,

  While less and less care.

  I know what they pull!

  As he cashed-in all his tickets

  Only to lose once again!

  It is a fool's paradise!

  Where we bow to sin,

  If the others are so wrong

  How can we tell?

  If we see the bondage

  That we are not in,

  But for all those bags

  That we carry?

  I know my burden

  Not to be light, but heavy!

  If he carries a cross

  Then why does it still hurt?

  I know all the homeless pull!

  Because he still finds,

  No more room at the inn.

  Surely, it is a lot of bull

  Which they and we all pull!

  And no I am not the innkeeper!

  But, now, is a homeless beggar to blame?

  Is a child at fault?

  Is the poor responsible?

  And does the stupid have any excuse?

  If you can answer, "yes" to any of these questions

  Then you also know (all) what they pull-

  End Homelessness!

  The truth about that dollar is:

  Can it change any thing? Yes definitely!

  It can also merely change into four quarters,

  Or ten dimes, twenty nickels, one hundred pennies, two half dollars

  Or one dollar coin piece.

  That's some changing too!

  NEW YORK CITY WINTER

  In the streets at night

  Very few people are out there

  The empty streets one

  Left in the cold

  I go to the shelter.

  All the days are filled with millions

  Flocking the streets again

  To go to work

  I am then one lonely

  To that crowd

  Me and my bags

  The afternoon, the aftermath

  Of all my wearing

  To the streets I am a child,

  Going on nowhere

  I am nobody.

  New York City winter

  Brings a tear to my eyes

  To see and hear people moan

  Be no one.

  New York City winter

  Laughs in your faces

  To share the snow

  With rest the world.

  POETS AND PROPHETS

  I am not your sacrificial lamb

  I just refuse to be

  You are not powerful

  Not important.

  Your secret sociality

  They live a lie.

  The evil that is, will remain

  As a testament to what

  We do know that we do not know

  Like the murder of lives,

  Who we agree do not matter anyway-