shaminic tease,
standstill ease,
bridging seas.
in dance,
eyes prance,
seeing flees.
sight gone,
no bomb,
just release.
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who leads
Tag: buddhist
look act feel secrets
look,
no need to analyze why,
simply felt,
feelings are true.
act,
the need to ask why,
doubtless sceptic,
wary of truth.
feel,
watch the clouds pass,
blissful eclectic,
abandoning the proof.
secrets,
kept behind closed doors,
funking spasms,
holding the passions.
one,
go freeform you see,
just two,
maybe just three.
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truthfully felt
why do they exist,
I mean feelings that is,
the hard done dealt,
the sorrowful one dwelt.
surely it only matters
if they’re true?
if the main point
is to sense the moment,
why do we
do it again?
each moment feels
unique in its stills,
a perfect capture,
a blissful chapter
continuing to everything else.
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mother fae
she doesn’t know it yet,
but I pray
that we will
meet one day.
when we do,
as powerful as you,
we will greet
at joyful freedom.
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conspiracy theory
what are they doing,
hiding in their ruins,
treasure of watchful eyes,
wishing we would believe
whatever we want to
just to keep sanity alive.
their secret is no secret,
they wait in the wings,
while we get distracted
by stupidity and grins.
no clandestine plan,
no idea from the man,
his name is his king,
more wealth for his clan.
no leaders of people,
city street oil,
snake soiled,
substance so feeble.
cast their shadow elsewhere,
go now,
don’t care,
mangled bullingdozer,
successful loser,
mourning the flare.
memory of time gone,
blaming everything
but the one thing
that’s to blame for it all.
their distraction theory,
they distract us daily,
clouding clarity,
bringing misery,
and mental suffering
of every kind.
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don’t ask
about this,
don’t vocalise,
time flies,
feelings masked,
just resist.
won’t rise,
just missed.
welcome back,
them eyes,
don’t yack,
read cries.
find peace,
suffering ceased,
sunrise east,
never dies.
on track,
cut back,
knick-knack,
pass again.
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the listening key
there’s a gate,
away from hate,
mists so red,
it’s all we see.
the key to this gate,
is the listening trait.
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talk to yourself
no one’s listening,
may as well,
who could tell?
hey.
hi just went,
usurper of lament,
hello lifetime,
maybe shw’mae,
forget to die,
plural their eye.
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dare to dream
those that scream,
die in gutters,
ate by nutters.
draw their eulogy
with crude marks,
colour blank barks,
ignoring the brutality,
ignorance of morality.
“..in a place high up..”
“..a puppet was stuck..”
“..their name only known..”
“..the only banal grown..”
{..give your gift to someone else..}
{..your world is disconnected from deaths..}
{..where’s mother nature?.}
{..scientific creator?.}
{..we haven’t gone and done it again!?}
dare with dreams?
I hear the screams,
the fear that creeps here,
a nation’s own health.
the poor will be gone,
and with them our tradition
of compassion and wisdom.
being rich is a curse,
burning in the worst,
all wealth an illusion,
the inevitable conclusion,
power’s snatch
flashed at the back,
and away to crave more,
a haunting gore.
question please,
consuming greed,
uncontrolled desire,
animal fighter,
all alone,
completely retired.
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kink of the mind
is nothing of the kind,
if minds come to touch,
too beautiful to crush.
not enough to cause harm,
more life than the sun,
a spark of light
sparkles at night.
are you sapio?
why read this?
only the curious
would like me doing this.
no link,
we think,
to kink.
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