Hard Questions

Ancient hands etched hard questions
Upon baked tortoise shells with mirth,
(On the infinity of love, through divinations.)

The sage was acclimated to mute spirits of Earth;
Queries were left unanswered for eternities,
(Oracle bones accumulated, beside the hearth.)

Now deciphered pieces of mystic history
the auguries filled me with wonder,
(Heart heavy, with thoughts of calamity)

Tracing the lines with my fingers,
My doubts mirrored in the artifacts;
(I understand, my dear ancestors.)

AFK

Meditating on the

meaning of zero

I stumbled upon

a John Lennon

and Imagine-d

with him

A whole new world

(without Disney)

This modern globe

A barren land

      without any

inspiration

So

we laughed

And escaped samsara.

Strife

Waking up to another dream

Walking backwards

on the wheel of time

Listening to the sunshine

whilst secretly making love

with the shade

Blending conspiracy theories

into a calorie free

religion

I smile the smile

walk the walk

and truly forget the

propaganda of freedom

As I stride into yet another heresy

Ocean

The cherry lit up the night

as I took an eternal drag

puffing out angelic clouds

and I stared into the distance

one last time

The siren song of ocean breeze

grazed against the cresting waves

And seagulls

sang

I can taste the salt

on my lips

as I gathered my will

and inched into Poseidon’s lair

(The waiting arms

of empty sea

beckons)

Wine and Dine

I’m side stepping, stepping, stepping

one step ahead

going down the stairs

of the double helix

Unzipping the file

that codes the universe

Break the only universal law

To peer into the void

with curious

      ego-less eyes

Dive in

Ashtray Mind

Yet another thought

dropped into yet another mind

Like an extra cigarette

into an overflowing ashtray

Thousands upon thousands of emotions

piled upon one another

To make a colorful (not grey)

Pixilated universe.

Yes, Brother, I tell you

The dream world is real.

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I drank from a purple pool

      sweet and metallic

      (filled with inspiration)

Fueling my creativity…

Yet these pills, blotters, smoke and syringes

poison the mind

I’m learning to write again

(as if with my left hand)

And the fear of a blank page

is engulfing me

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Only the truly enlightened

can depend on Nothing.

One Year

The poet sharpened his words:

Shaped movements into dance

sounds into music.

Yet no matter how deliberately

            beautiful his words are

They could not surpass my love for you.

Table

My table

      is

            Eating me

That’s

            why

(my)

      words are

                        squiggly.

Beach

Sand dug into my nails

as I dug my way to the beach

(LAND!)

Away from an ocean

of distorted dreams and illusions

Red and purple in color

I turned and saw

      friends testing the water

tiptoeing and some

      some even dared to (swim(!))

I almost drowned

Yet how could I disturb

      the bravery of swimmers?

Moo

A magnificent tear

magnified the stars

and the pains on his face

As he fed the prettiest rose

      to a cow

Watching teeth turn flower to mulch

Like the girl’s heels on his heart

The cow absentmindedly chewed

noting only the bitterness and thorns

Oblivious to the woes of man

If only we were all cows.

Innocence

The tear soaked family

      turned and glared at the child

who wiggled and giggled his way

in front of the coffin

Never once dropping his brave smile

As if he alone

Understood the divine comedy

      in a peaceful death

He waved goodbye to the

      graveyard,

strode into the sunshine

Completely ignoring

      the tides of sadness

(If only innocence lasts forever.)

A Farmer’s Nirvana

A farmer worked his field

      silently

      looked up

and finally understood the

            sunrises

            sunsets

And ran into his shack

      screaming gleefully

      sharpened his pitchfork

then ditched his day job

So he, the farmer-poet

etched the landscape on the land

      circles amongst circles

He understands!

He drowned in his own

      personal joy

      choked on his sweat

      and dyed his hair grey;

      Plucked a rose for his wife

      and called it a day.

Insanity

I walked

      from Texas to California

A long and tedious walk

      men said I was insane

      for doing the impossible

But

      I enjoyed the sunshine

      and the beating sun

So much more

      than the dryness in my throat

      when the world

      forces me to swallow

      my own ideas