If Karma was a beach

If Karma was a beach, I would be so freaking rich,
but karma is not a beach so I'll just end this here.
Or what if karma was really a beach?
Like a beach, beach.
With the sand all over, and the rocks getting rolled over,
by the waves of the ocean.
I don't know how to surf yet,
but I bet I would ride the waves in the emotion
it gives. I'd get.
I would dive into the depths by the sides,
swimming, then fishing.
Fishing, then swimming.
Whichever comes first, I would decide.
I'm very sure I would make the most out of it.
I would even go collecting all the seashells,
o ba myself,
and give them to the little girl, Michelle,
She'd sell the seashells at the sea shore,
she makes the money,
she's happy and I am happy.
I'd go for picnics too, in my neck of the woods,
eat all the best foods,
and in the nick of time,
I'd be back on the glistening sand,
and tossing a frisbee.
The sweetness in these moments,
is like the honey from a free bee,
or the money that comes easy,
flowing in and calming me,
like the breeze from the ocean.
I'd play volleyball too!
or why not?
Catch a volley with some friends and some strangers!
mommy said don't speak to them, but we see no danger,
We'd play some soccer on the sands,
even if the ball won't bounce when it lands,
after all, it is the fun that counts.
We'd bury each other in the sand,
then build sand castles, I know you understand.
We'd write our names right in the sand,
and hope to leave a legacy chasing after the wind and the waves.
We would then relax and daydream,
or go back to my beach house's sauna and steam,
or gym, or take a ride on the Jeep,
Wrangler and head over back to Karma, the beach,
Just to watch the sunset, and take lots of pictures,
of the flawless mother nature.
When it's dark at night;
bonfire party!!!!!!
Yes, at the beach!
just because we would be rich ninjas and ninjas,
ain't worried 'bout nothin'.
I promise you, we'd have an awesome time!
Only, just only., if karma was a beach.

Karma on the real is a returning boomerang,
and because it draws back tides that were sent forth,
I'm forcing myself to believe that Karma is really a beach.
I'll sit here as I write this and watch the waves go forth then come back,
because Karma, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a beach.

"Now as a man is like this or like that, 
according as he acts and according as he behaves, so will he be;
a man of good acts will become good, a man of bad acts, bad;
he becomes pure by pure deeds, bad by bad deeds;

And here they say that a person consists of desires,
and as his desire, so is his will;
and as his will, so is his deed;
and whatever deed he does, that he will reap."
                             - Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, 7th Century BC

Fired up

I would tell you I'm fired up,
but how would you believe me?
How would I describe the fire that burns within me?
The flames of the joy that come with motivation,
that crackle and sparkle, with undefined clarity,
deep inside my heart of treasures and mind of tranquility.
Insanity? Yes! Please use that word to describe this situation,
because this right here is an insane condition.
Friends, what I am in is a frenzy!
It's crazy.. I could describe it but the description would be hazy,
but you trust me, it'll raise me. It will push me up when I'm down and lazy,
it'll get me to work, it will keep me busy,
watch this space, I've braced myself,
I will run the race and maintain the pace,
and in case you're wondering,
this feeling is unwavering.
It is here to stay and as far as I can see,
it's like an apple a day, that keeps the doctor away.
The following statement per se,
are words that I meant to say,
the sole message this piece intends to convey;
everyone needs motivation.
and I'll be kind enough to bring this to your attention,
that that phrase needs no complex explanation.
Through visual, audio and any other sensation,
let motivation be a natural conception.
let it be the fuel to reach your ambition.
let it be the weapon and ammunition,
let it deepen your set resolutions
let it define your determination
and help you reach your goals,
your final destination.
Sleep and dream motivation,
wake up, smell the coffee and look for motivation.
What motivates you is what will drive you.
Find it.

I would tell you I'm fired up,
and how you would believe me,
is how you would see me.
Motivation goes unhidden, in the long run.

Somebody lied

It was the darkness in the alley,
that stole, piece by piece, the life from his peace,
and turned his thoughts into a death valley,
or maybe, it was the darkness in his heart,
and the impact the hurt from his childhood had on him.
It was the vengeful spirit, rekindled emotions,
of unequal proportions, he sighed.,
looked back and realized, somebody lied.


She hadn't always made the wrong decisions,
now I'll omit the fact that she now has visions,
sleepless nights and her mind screaming for permission,
to get set free from her own inner locked prison,
of tormenting thoughts and wild ambitions,
she knows none of. 
The painless pain, that drains and sprains,
her sub-conscious conciousness, whoa, she's a mess.
But I guess, she never saw it coming,
She replied, "Dennis, somebody lied."

We'll sit here, figure out together when, how and where,
and there's where we'll be left asking each other why?
Why did somebody lie? Why would somebody lie?
I'll be honest, I won't lie; I don't even know why.
But the truth is, somebody lied. People lied.
Deception. It might differ with different perceptions,
but a lie is a lie. 
The truth sometimes hurts, is uncomfortable,
is a pain in the butts, is unbearable..
but once spoken, is key to doors that will close,
bridges that you'll cross, and pain that'll be avoided.

Allow me to drill and fill, you in with these words of wisdom,
and so he said, Napoleon Hill, with uncut precision;
"What the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve"
an insightful expression of a sound mind, and a kind reminder,
of what's behind and designed to align,
to the wilful possession of dreams,
that define and refine an individual's future.
Tell yourself the truth. The more you know,
the more the lies will be evident lies,
tangible and disgusting as they turn out in the future.
It's honestly a perfect picture, without the someone in it,
let them be what they'll always be; the somebody who lied,
and whose lies died at the feet of the truth I found right.
Surprised? Pride? Me, proud? Me?? lol. no.. never.. somebody lied.