Misidentification

  The world’s duality is draining my bliss, a listless fight between consciousness and matter, my logic and experience must be established firmly in a deluded identification, because I heard that I am the embodiment of bliss so either the saints are wrong or I am confused as to what “I” is, and wrapping my …

Noble Truth

  If I were to condense my frustrations into a sutra I might use, this human birth don’t suit ya, or maybe, I think therefore I suffer, or how about, meditation means removing the buffer –   you can take one or all of them as I go on flipping through happiness and pain like …

Beholden

  What is in a “thing?” – heartbeat or not – even inert matter holds sway over our emotions and our thoughts – wrapped up in memories, glimmers of truth and lies, our compromised realities reflecting treasured ties – so, what is in a “thing?” heartbeat or not, does it exist before we see it, …

Beyond the Senses

  A universal consciousness existing, and us with our philosophies persisting, and faith plays no part in its subsistence, still we grasp tightly on to our insistence that we sift the seekers through our likes and dislikes, for we need a story, we need a light, we need redemption to inspire the fight, we need …

Intent on the Dream

  Longing for freedom but grasping illusions – the usual faces placate my confusions – growing nauseous from the constant delirium of trauma that follows from how I run to more drama, and so I keep knocking on those doors of my past in search of a joy that was not there before, disregarding I …

Dreams

  “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away,” and while he can appear fickle I’m expected not to change, a test of endurance, that’s the game that we play, he throws the punches to see how much we can take, before we say fuck it, and just walk away.   Fun.   But I …

The Universal Tongue

  In a sentimental mood – Coltrane messin’ with my attitude. Computers down so I’m hummin’ the blues, real life harmonizing a cappella tunes. Where’s Nina when you need her – you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout – ain’t heard Strange Fruit ‘till you heard it from Simone. Before it was hip to make you …

For Amusement’s Sake

I am but a dirty old man who finds himself in possession of a gem – afraid to put it on display, I simply twirl it in my hands –   – existing independent of appreciation, it appears to alter with the changing of perspective, but it cares not about the many forms it takes …

On Humans and Humanity

  It’s funny how we humans need not possess humanity – kinda like having book smarts but no common sense – redressing the oppressed for succumbing to providence, as if skin color or sexuality spoke to ethics or morality.   Spirituality is beyond the realm of worldly bonds and ambitions, so let the theologians get …

Out of the Fog

  You found in me purpose, and I found in you glory, while forgetting commitment was only half of the story – and as time continued to whittle away at our moments, there would be no forgiveness, there would be no atonement –   – you dragged me out of contentment and threw me into …