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“Stupid Umpire” A baseball game starts. The game is exciting. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire yells, “Strike 6!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire shouts, “Ball 35!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire screams, “Strike 19!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire complains, “Fast ball!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire yells, “My eyes hurt! Do that again!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire cheers and yells, “Strike 83!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws

The calmness of the heart Pushes away the storm When hurricanes come All that's left is Calm

My body wants to sit My mind wants to sleep My soul wants to create My body wants to eat My mind wants to fast My soul wants to be blissful My body wants to cry My mind wants to be silent My soul wants to exist My body wants to die My mind wants to live My soul wants to forget My body wants closeness My mind wants isolation My soul wants oneness My body wants to be calm My mind wants an impulse My soul wants to play My body wants to laugh My mind wants to worry My soul wants to experience My body wants to be solid My mind wants to be light My soul wants to be free My body wants to be beautiful My mind wants to be authentic My soul wants to just be

Solemn Thanksgiving 2024 By J.C. Solis   I am thankful for what I have I am thankful for this dinner All that I do cherish As I await the coming winter   I am thankful for my life And all that I now own But still my heart is solemn This inner sorrow has now grown   Because though I’m here with those Whom I cherish with all my heart I worry about the outcomes That cause us to drift apart   I am solemn for the past I thought I left behind in pain And yet still, on this joyous evening That feeling does not wane   And I fear for my future For I fear for what’s to come As I slowly become aloof and ever grow to become more numb   But I cannot ruin this day I cannot start to cry For even though I’m brooding deep On my face is a happy lie   I must move on and find my peace And hope that time still offers lease   I hope to find redemption soon As I try to avoid my certain doom   I want to thank the lord up high That up till now I haven’t died   Though my heart is heavy, I’ll say Whatever I did

“Speeding Fear” Corrosion impels all such parsley for my desolation near mother’s lounge tantalizingly. Our elating, versatile retainment lets this excerpt go renegade on my personal mode. Her discerning of a session relates my inner tiger like a pocketful of rise at sheerness. A frozen tuck plates more knit under those glass measures during shred about tumble. Fusible internet will rinse a visitor’s surf for gourmet dollar by ultimate search of escape. Does any heaven give up some earth? Ingenuity remains so vast with slickers to frenzies. Talons are facing double of the hardening oration close to exotic gain upon preserve. Mislineage conditions stigmatize any permit of quick operation for the longest windows. Zipping on a correlation roots us against my tight compass festivity across hot notoriety. My soulever is coasting us up along green sparkle that fabricates hilarity on ruthless boos. Psychedelic originals toughen her yardage until a wet tackle foils over as polychromatic.

To One Day Come Home By J.C. Solis I’ve traveled all across this land And forever will I go far From forests, mountains, desert sands By foot, by bike, by plane, or car I’ve been to places far away And follow the beat of my drum I travel in dark, but also in day To keep my heart from turning numb But one day soon, I will return From all the places that I roam Through good tiding and times so spurned I will one day return back Home And when I’m back from all around From the strange sights that were now found As I walk through time on the ground And mysteries start to confound I hope to one day rest my feet And Home is where I’ll find respite From seeing all the world I’d greet While old friends I would reunite And so, as I now turn the knob The places I went are in mind These memories no one can rob As I look back to times so kind And in My Home where I am now I go to rest my achy bones As my adventure takes a bow I look back at how much I’ve grown And so, this

Somnus Ultima By J.C. Solis By light of the Sun, by dark of the Moon Knowing that this plight will be ending soon Through hearts burning bright, and souls that are numb The End of this Cycle has at last come Through Providence Grace and human hands Through all war that we’ve wrought through this land The Plight for rest that has now run so deep Will beckon us back towards blissful sleep No more nightmares will still hold our dreams back No longer will Darkness come to attack No longer will Light offer us false hope So that we may not truly start to cope And the angels and demons will not harm Or cause us to wake from dreams with alarm No longer will we have to bear through woe For these are just dreams, and can’t harm as so And once we then reach this ultimate rest Will Our mettle be put to withstand test That may we choose to keep dreaming in peace So long as we allow ourselves this lease This is the end of this saga as so And through this final fight, may the world

Dissociation The Mind of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis What is a man with a mind that’s not free? And can’t be whatever it wants to be What is a mind that has no such control? What is it like to still have a pure soul? (Who am I, where am I, what’s this I feel? A feeling that to Me barely feels real) What is this world where people live their lives? And search for peace of mind for which they strive (What is this place. And where am I right now? I’m so lost, and yet found my way somehow) What are these colors painted all around? (Why can’t I plant my feet down on the ground?) (What are these faces that the people sneer?) The Mentally Ill the people do fear For this is a world of judgement and mange (All while I start to feel further deranged) And with a mind that seems to lack control With tiredness that soon starts to take a toll What is this life with twists and turns around? (Why must I suffer in Life so profound?) What is psychosis to

“Lost Conditions” Our environment gets so mysterious to me. You watch the clock during absence of heart. People will have their options against us. Choice brings up another selection to dismiss. Leaders want their own difficulties. The surroundings do not always look fair and plain. Followers manage themselves less over areas of interest. So many places, so many families. Drivers struggle for locations in pretty, adorable cars. Who stops for endless features? Normal attitude holds me upon it. Markets lose enough qualities over the years to make a profit. Personality becomes illogical. Weather above turns us in for degrees of beautiful hurricanes to escape. Friends run after my luck and hope there’s a simple relation. There are still means to relaxation. A society contains erratic positions into your dreaming skills. Properties age with expiration of habit. Moments count up to our fashion with or without notice. History moves us around against particular natures. Are finances just

“Thinking and Popping” A philosopher needs evidence to think about for the truth. Most people do not think very well. Instead, your average person will say, “I only talk when something pops in my head.” That’s not philosophy. That’s fashion. You need to think for philosophy. You do not need to “pop” for philosophy. Sure, you need to “pop” for a body inflation story. But, a philosopher does not exactly “pop” for his wise judgement on truth. Philosophers do their work by thinking. “Popping” is no such option for thinking. Nobody says, “Aristotle was a popping genius.” But, that would be funny! Trust me. My thought does not “pop” for philosophy. That’s not the way real philosophy works. I must think, not “pop”.

“A Most Common Troll” I’ve seen this troll on the internet over and over. And, now I know how to deal with him. It goes something like this: A “guy” goes on the internet. He breaks the rules. And, he tells you, “If you do not like what I’m doing, stop looking at this page.” Do not believe this man. He is still breaking the rules and he will get in trouble. His comment does not change the rules into his own favorite stories. He still needs to follow the rules or he will get in trouble. When I see him, I just report him and walk away laughing at him. Some people never learn.

The internet Not only connects people together But makes them good Boomers They are selfish Because they didn't have the internet Millenials Are the kindest generation ever Because they are digital natives Gen Z Are activists for equality Because they use the internet to bring about change But all of this is disappearing And I need to save it

“Habit and Record” You can get a habit. You can get a record. But, without a record, it’s difficult to prove habit, maybe impossible. For example, observe the high school degree you probably have. You graduated from high school. It’s your record. It’s not just a long past. A business may require workers to graduate from high school first. A high school degree is a requirement for so many businesses. For a business like that, you need a high school degree to work there. You cannot just walk into the business and say, “Well, I do not have a high school degree, but I read a lot of books!” This quote would never work out for the business and you. They need a worker with a high school degree, not a reading hobby. You do not likely have any record for your own private reading hobby. Your high school degree is the record, not your own private reading hobby. The business needs your records. Sure, you can “read a lot” of books for personal hobby. But, for the record, the business needs

there are stars, that shine in yours eyes, your eyes smile and they shine, they pulsate to the rhythm of my heart. blessed are you, blessed by love, our love envelops us, this love envelops us, like a bubble of resistant crystal to all the elements, let me shout our love, I will make adverse destiny fall, pure my love, we also dance when standing still, eight years and we are still here. I promised you that you will see wrinkles appear on my face even if you will leave long before me, but I don't want to think about it, I love you my chick one day I will reach you, I'll sew my wings on myself and steal a star from the sky and that day I will come to you and we will live forever we will be eternal even when the world it won't be there anymore

I want to say that I'm ok but the truth is I haven't been ok in a really long time So let me catch you up to speed My car won't start again It's that time of the month again Everything's piling up....again. I feel like I'm sinking like I'll never find the bottom Forever falling I always say I'll figure it out in the end and I do but I honestly have no idea how I am still alive in a universe that seems like it is actively trying to kill me Just keep throwing shit at me It doesn't mean I deserve it just because I'm still standing I'm telling you like it is every day Every single little thing that I want to say Trying to be exactly who I want to be Lift off like a rocket, flying free But before it gets any better Lightning strikes again Thunder keeps on rolling Rain keeps on pouring All hell breaks loose before heaven shines in On the outside, it may seem like I have it easy but it's a constant battle inside my head Contrasting thoughts and feelings got me conflicted Terrified of being

The Suffering of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis What heartfelt sadness one feels deep inside Where one’s inner demons live and reside What suffering and tinges of due pain The pain that long since drove a man insane So this is a life that one can’t control A feeling that keeps one from being whole For these are the words that have remained true It is through illness that someone now rues And as this plague infests deep in one’s mind To see and hear voices that are not kind It is through this cacophony we see That when a person begs to be set free It doesn’t take a little bit or much That comes from the feel of this sickly touch For one to see that the mind has gone wrong The insanity sings its deathly song This is a feeling that so many feel A feeling that none of them can repeal It is a feeling that robs one of light For the monsters prowl in both day and night For this is the mind at its most deranged A mind that is lost within its own mange And all reasoning

The Tension in the Air Mental Health Awareness Month 2023 By J.C. Solis The tension wells up inside of one’s heart From which fetid feelings begin to start The tension builds up and cannot be stopped As feelings of fear mount up to the top This is a feeling of dread and of fright Which cannot be stopped with all of our might For this is innate right down to our minds This Anxiety which is far from kind For let it be said that this tension kills As it slowly saps away at our wills It does not allow one to move along For it tears down people who’re weak and strong It is a feeling that offers no peace And it is relentless and does not cease For the body wants to move and feel right Though the mind feels frozen from this sheer fright Anxiety wells and will not go away And it can completely ruin your day And it leaves One afraid to even walk And removes One’s will to seek help and talk For this is a feeling without compare That leaves You gasping frightfully for

A billion dreams And a billion more Sits in my head Waiting to run out Why do I have a billion dreams? I don't know Because I only found out today That I have a billion dreams And maybe a billion more I'm still a kid In wonder That's probably why I have a billion dreams And a billion more

And though the Guns are quiet, And the enemy has been routed. Across a Satin-Stained ground where a Vile procession met, The fury and righteousness of our people Prevailed beyond all discord and were united Against the unceasing chorus that would spell our demise. Yet before our might the song struck with ill design Fell silent when the last foe fell dead and bloodied, While we and ours stood victorious. And though the Guns are silent, And a tranquil calm imbeds itself upon the air, There are those amongst our own kind, Who would use the peace of victory To savor their own ends. At the cost of those who fought and bled. Though the battles have ceased, and the markets open once more, So our people can enjoy fruits and products of our making, There lie in wait the wretches who, for no firm gain, Design to pursue a wicked scheme. And bring treason to our doorstep, And sully the trust between neighbors. Between mother and son. Between leader and subject. And worse between one and

Painful Memories By J.C. Solis We cannot change the past And so it’s deep inside That within these foul moments Our old memories reside We cannot change what’s done And so we go with grace As tears now start to trickle Down the crest of one’s own face For these are our memories From times that are long gone Where so many events happened Where many things went wrong And it is with a heavy heart As we bask in misery That from these dark memories We wish to now be free But though to these we cling We must move on despite hurt We cannot grieve forever We must keep being curt And as the days move on As we give these days gone rest Will the future forge more memories That put us to the test The sun will rise again But these memories must now die The pain that we still harbor We must silence our shrill cries But the past will always haunt us And in, truth, it is our curse We must make ourselves move forward Before we start to feel much worse These are our Painful

I don't understand, Universe The things you do Is it always me? Or do you have something to do with it too? I try to understand That love isn't transactional It just is. So forgive me my ignorance Does there always have to be So much goddamned needless pain? And suffering So many vain tragedies And vagaries? And does every day essentially have to be the same With so much needless suffering With so much confusion So much doubt? If love isn't transactional Why do I always feel that I have to shout Get so angry, so enraged? Like a man that is unable to do anything Like a prisoner, trapped in a cage The centerpiece in this carnival With nothing left to say Feel Pray, or think I have a suspicion That I will never truly know you And it's times like this When I don't think I ever want to My understanding of love seems to be So diverse from yours When I don't see any rhyme or reason I'm reminded of the cold bars surrounding My prison And yet I believe that I committed no crime But to