Red wine pain I rest on my Gatsby My mind circling An eagle on Vulture’s Peak Friends , lovers, enemies, family Coming / going Sand sifts through fingers Granules of eternity Time + time = no time without mind The great cloud follows me Where ever I go I remember to remember The day I […]
I pounded the laundry rock As if flaying at the very essence Of my soul These clothes remain stained Where are you brother I cried , where are you now?
…..And behold the great gathering of bodhisattvas and Jesus disciples , Shams and his followers , Arjuna and Krishna , Moses on the battlefields of Lafayette Square singing Lean on me with candle vigil as if it were a holy place and by God it was , and someone quoted Dalton Trumbo , Walt Whitman, […]
Those seeing it will rejoice It will always be fragrant With rare flowers Scattered everywhere ” The Lotus Sutra”
I’m a poor unaccompanied man travelling through time My feet and hands have felt this scourge of pain called life Tasted the wines of Jesus words, the perfume of Rumi , been dressed by Buddha’s jewells and scoured clean of my moral beginnings I have sat with holy ones in dreams and seen the secret […]
In the land of radiant virtue Will come days of darkness and rage Brother against brother Sister against sister And the false profit will hold up A holy book Among the teargas and cries And somewhere someone Will step forward And they will be black And they will be called Radiance Tathagata One worthy of […]
My father didn’t like cats Once he found a litter Hiding In the long grass He put six of the kittens In a hessian bag And dumped them In the river I had a ginger megs Tough as nails I called him Matt after Matt Dillon In S. E. Hinton’s book We had a beautiful […]
This house is too neat I learnt more about myself When I lived in hovels Surrounded by demons and cannibals There was a place I had or was lent to live in A place as strange as Hieronymus Bosch I had to crawl over a thousand years Of crap to sleep on my pissed on […]
The streets are lonely of people even when the streets are full of people there is emptiness , so much stuff going on, cheap rooms and cheap wine , scared old men masturbating away their fears on someone already dead , poor Marylin , I heard she wrote poetry , there was a lonely person […]
I know I’m in there somewhere , Someday it’s going to be right , I keep going on these roads that go from here to there And finish at the same spot I started, Samsara, samsara goes round and round like on the merry go round And after I fall I get up and I […]
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