I am convinced that everyone should write poetry. Poetry is the song of the heart, it is the music of your life.
Swollen heart and sunken chest,
Prop up this mess.
Caustic conditioning causes
Apertures of bile
Erodes intestines and
Aerates the soil,
Composting Coffee grounds and
Soy paste meatpatties.
There are no Monarchs
In this garden.
Live without thoughts,
that’s an interesting notion (the thought says almost simultaneously)
arresting me in another galaxy.
The karma on that shit arrives instantly,
i know cause i watch it taking place;
the future is forming all around me.
There’s no subtext here; i mean what i say.
How’s that for a moment of clarity.
They glare at me, i’m a rarity
in the presence of the mind’s eye
i sit in the womb of awareness
but only for a moment
Until layers of Opinions
and memories are turned
Too caught up in this one
we’re lost within a stain of time
falling way behind
too late to hit rewind
and i just
trying to hit that benchmark
once blessed to perceive.
Remember just as we must let go of every breath
So too must we let go of everysight, sound, taste, touch, smell, and thought.
sight, sound, taste, touch, smell, and thought.
Too many times have I been swallowed by the fire from in my belly