• He is the relationship we have with ourselves when we are alone- how well we know and are comfortable with our strengths and weaknesses. 

• He is change.  He is change for the betterment of people-kind.

• He is everything that “happens”- things that happen that are good and bad.  We humans are the ones who came up with the ideas of right and wrong, not He.  He is the order of things.  Simply put, He is “how things go”.

• He is simplicity but He is also complexity.  He is the reason things “depend”- He is the “grey area”.

• He is the eye, the brain, the heart and the ear of every living thing.  He is the respect for how we know not how such organs of such complexity came into being.

• He is the moment that a person thinks that what he/she is doing is wrong.  He is the reason and also the very moment that person stops doing what he/she has just thought was wrong.  He is also the moment that a person realizes that what he/she is doing is right.  He is the reason he/she continues to do what he/she thinks is right.  Most of everything that lead up to that moment was just “living”.

• He is the moment during and after seeing the pyramids and admitting, after calling to mind, that there always has been, there always is and there always will be things we just won’t be able to understand.  He is when we sigh and give ultimate respect by saying to oneself, “I just don’t know”! What ever lead up to that moment was just “living”.

• He is the correct usage of freedom and freedom of thought- usage that is as right as rain.  He is the idea, comprehension and practice that one can think and do whatever he/she wants to as long as it is “safe” to think or do so.  By “safe”, I mean as long as whatever is being thought of or done doesn’t result in the harm or death of themselves, someone or something else.

• He is the precise moment one person sits and talks to another and finds out that he/she is on this earth and is not alone- he/she is not an alien.  He is the sudden realization that we are more similar than different; apart of everything; that we aren’t separate.

• He is the instance one realizes that he/she can depend on someone or something and compliments this sensation by being the mirror image of it.  He is the good reaction after witnessing a good “prime example”.

• He is the feeling of losing something or someone of sentimental value and, of course, finding it or that person again.  Most of everything that lead up to that and after that is just “living”.

• For a man, He is precisely the instance a woman, whom he thinks is beautiful, makes eye contact, smiles at him and describes how handsome he looks in the very shirt most others describe as looking horrible on him.

• He is the colossal comprehension that it is simply in our charge and only in our charge as humans to be as extraordinary and as exquisite and as exemplary as conceivably possible to make sure all others we love within our reach are taken good care of.   

• He is every moment in our lives when our eyes close and our heads go down because we are “feeling” the instrument playing during the favorite part of our favorite song.

• He is when a writer’s, or a painter’s, or a sculptors, or a poet’s, or a music maker’s, or even a thinker’s thoughts and ideas suddenly become so clear and consice that he/she can finally do what they were meant to do on this earth- make it a much more interesting place.

• He seems to be the seconds before, during and after, for example, when a man looks into the eyes of a deer and it dawns on him that he isn’t superior and quite in fact is apart of nature.  Not separate from it.

• He is the mixture of sensations we have when we are in the act of “going fast”.

• He is the thought through our mind when we anticipate something terrible happening and realize that we have to do something to prevent it.  Weirdly, I don’t believe He is the moment we stand and do nothing.  He is when we are not shaken about being harmed and we are not scared to die.  We are heros if we believe we are. 

  by mackaydjames

butterflies are the ugliest things that I’ve ever seen,
the sky is a bright orange and the sun’s a forest green.
oh and… God is bad; he is darkest deepest,
but devil is friend; he’s kindest sweetest.

and so… the sun does go down, the earth does not go roun.

cold water is really hot… it’s dry and not wet
so cold is the flame and no pain when it and hand met.
in the embrace of a loved one- now that’s a painful sensation.
alone, weak and divided is perfect for a free nation.

and nightmares are what I want- I needa plenty,
Ferrari or gold pile? I choose neither. I’ll take the penny.
life’s soft like concrete but hard as peach skin,
and I’m pretty sure that mass murder is not a sin.

and so… the sun does go down, the earth does not go roun.

is it so that five plus five definitely equals ten?
time has absolutely nothing to do with when. 
true lovers slap, punch, kick, they bite and leave love marks,
and afterdeath is the event when life… it really starts.

need simplicity? then Islam, I mean, Christianity sure is the answer,
and one needs not feel music to be a dancer.
the idea is to take life ten days at a time, not just one!
And happy is as melancholy as the sun.

and so… the sun does go down, the earth does not go roun.

rainy days, rainy days are what we all yearn for.
and everybody’s a winner- no matter what the score.
“everything’ll be alright.”, “Things’ll be just fine.”,
apple or orange juice and even water… are just fine wine.

most married would surely die to remain,
and the single think anything other would be insane.
life is much more precious that gold,
the youth seem to have such a respect for the old.

and so… the sun does go down, the earth does not go roun.

somewhere a father’s saying, “Son, listen to me.  Money isn’t real.”
son says, “Yeah dad… but God is?  Gimme another schpeal.”
so father says, “Be honest with all the ladies, to me, you better listen.”
son says, “Nice try dad.  Does mom know bout that woman you were kissin?”

it seems that the popular belief is all wrong quite a lot
so I’ll “go”- even if the red light means that we should all “stop”.
do, don’t, the light, the dark,  belief, God and such?
I’m pretty smart and I’ll do my own thinking- thank you very much.

oh and… the sun doesn’t go down, the earth goes roun.

by mackaydjames

- mackaydjames

waiting for title suggestions…

i am the surgeon that the word surgeon only trusts,
my life’s a mixture red have-tos and yellow musts.

i am the dream of strings, woodwinds and loudspeakers,
the neon sign out front that reads, ” the thrill seeker” !

i am the lion’s left eye and, for sure, the eagle’s right wing… man,
with free thought, papyrus sheet and fountain pen in right hand.

and the music made me say it, music made me say it.
got mad one time and told father-time to wait a minute !

i’m outta my mind because my apartment’s on planet Saturn,
in front of eyes flash hundreds of plaid and paisley patterns.

the upright bass and bass notes are my awesome intuition,
with fingerboards of ebony… it’s truly nature’s fruition.

i wish I could scream, and they’d hear me in China,  
it’d feel wild special, like a God… ya know?  sorta kinda.

i can tell someone a silver story but it’d have a golden ending
vivid and bright pictures… and signals that my sight is sending.

by: mackaydjames

-mackaydjames

My father hadn’t understood, doesn’t understand and probably will never understand that !