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Beautifully Murdered By Buddha.

aimed my eyeballs
with slow precision
became Zen like
lost myself
quite beautifully

Buddha staring
into my probing
vision
no sign of
the Virgin Mother

High Noon
minus the violence
the intensity
almost
knocked me
over

stop!
no more seeking
no more
worried looks
which scatter away
the weak visioned
sleepwalking drones
who contemplate
nothing

The Back Scratcher

I can no longer scratch my back
My left wrist hurts like it's crazy
Running all way up my elbow
I can barely use my left arm.

While some with ease can twist their arms
I can no longer scratch my back
Like I'm used to since forever
Now my wrist hurts like it crazy.

Carpal tunnel has my right hand
The pain running way up my arm
I can no longer scratch my back
As easily as I used too.

A Time To Grieve

Just shed your tears and let it pour
Don't hold back, your heart is sore

Release the anger! Go ahead and scream!
My friend, I know that life can be grim

Don't let the pain consume your soul
and leave you bitter and feel so cold

Do spare some time to grief, my dear
but don't dwell too long here

The dead will want you to move on
to strive until your time is gone

So cry until your tears are dry
and keep their legacy alive

THE ROLLING CREST

Now...
where I sit and recall
the times passed
music, loved ones....all

But
it's also where I dream
of things yet to come
plans and hopes

the future

So here I am
in a never ending tension
being pulled forward and back
Ever riding the crest of Now's wave
as it rolls across
the ocean of time

And as years goes their ceaseless way
they change
just like me
as I surf onward in
the now.

NO brothers R Coming?

When we are gone

There is no one there to welcome
no garland
no red carpet treatment
no special coffee
no juices for me
no milk no sugar is needed

but by then we are all just a memory
hanging about a tall Eucalyptus tree
far in the distant ocean
or simmering horizon
they all ask fast
has the sun set at last?
I hear someone say in my ear
though deaf be I may
sweet guy don't cry be happy
no cancer injections now for thee

Chequered path

In the labyrinth of darkness
i script white spaces between black ellipses
on these cobbled thoughts I walk
some hurt others soothe
till somewhere in between those oohs and aah
I'm tranquil

come dawn
I re-tread the alpha beta omega.....

Against the Night

Against the night
you huddled up against my chest
and begged me
not to let you go.
And silently I begged you
not to let me go.

But sometimes we've learned
how cold winter can be.
And so you retreated
back to your cocoon.
And so I retreated
to my old torture chamber.

Now don't get me wrong;
despite the best efforts
of man and beast
I still smell you.

I still smell you and I.

grieve not

nirvana’s here, ‘tis not a destination
and understanding transience, the key
creation brings, of natural course, cessation
to grant inception, birth, of what will be

impermanence, a fundamental means
of death and birth and death, the rhythms sound
when this is done and that has also been
then what was not, will be arising, found

becoming, as a seed to plant, to flower
as river to a stream’s connected flow
where one thing passes into something other
and nothing’s lost, while all exists to grow

The Sound Of Rain- The Sound Of Rumbling

I love the sound of falling rain
Sounding louder on my rooftop
Steady sometimes faster it sings
Outside my sliding glass window.

I look harder to see it rain
I love the sound of falling rain
I see trees swaying in the wind
And hear the rain even louder.

Ahh, I see rain fall from gutters
Outside my sliding glass window
I love the sound of falling rain
As it pounds on top my rooftop.

Second Chances

The waiting was unbearable as test after test
proved the doctors right
Fear growing,overwhelming

prayer after prayer
tear after tear
shed in the shadows of a darkened room
while visions of a tomb
loomed over all

Then came the words feared the most
the anger rose as I played host
how could this be
when did it start and how far did it go

Days turned to weeks
weeks into months
a blade of steel
in a skilled surgeons hand
was my ray of hope

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