HAIKU OF FALLEN LEAVES

Leaves spiraling down |
Withered beauty to their graves |
Life and death are art |

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PARADOX NOW

In numinous awareness comes a most marvelous existence from

A continuous moment, empty and yet full, simply flowing

The layers we put upon the phenomena are but from

A small mistake, to sin is to make

An error in perception, the one exception

Maybe, it seems, is to see the unity

Of all things and no things

One field and also none

As such, not much

Just is what it is

Simply all this

Or is it?

A paradox

 

Everything is and yet is not

 

BAD ACTORS ON THE STAGE

What in the world is going on

When so many sing different songs?

Such a variety

That many see as frightening

All different types of people

Not just those that gather under the steeple

So many different ways

And all seem to say

That they are an equal possibility

Coming from infinity

They truly are

Need not look far

To see that it is all leveled

Once you sever

Your biases

Look and truly see these

All as one spectrum

Of what can come from

Pure possibility

There is no hierarchy

Do not be soured

By those in power

Who invent classes, castes, and hate speech

They are surprisingly difficult to impeach

Instead we reach

To teach

One another

That we are all sisters and brothers

Birthed from what is possible

We only get lost in all

This nonsense rhetoric

Sophism enacted

By bad actors

Who act out these

Other possibilities

It is all a tease

From the same source

The nothingness before we were born

You may call me this:

An Existential Nihilist

That is fair

I do not care

But have you heard?

It is all just words

Actions are what matter

Although I cannot stand words

That are absurd

Because many fall for them

They are where discrimination stems

So yes they are empty

But can also be heavy

Let us choose them carefully

Perhaps then we can have a better script

To play out all of this

Bad character actors

Could turn into method masters

If only they would see their stages

As soapboxes for true sages

 

DON’T SHOOT THE TEXT MESSENGER

Text
Message
Nightmares
Sexless
Nights
Here
Phony
Communication
A cell phone
Nation
Dunce cap
Wearing
Screen junkie
Drama addict
Snowflakes
Look
I am
A millenial
On the older end
A cynical man
Treated like a boy
By society’s coy
Grin as it castrates
Our fates
Giving chances
Only to rich princes
And Instagram
Princesses
Who bat eyelashes
For clicks
And views
These chicks
Leading on dudes
Who have no clue
Empowering
I would say
I stand no chance today
The feminine rules
And men fear it too
We are weak
It’s in our genes
An X and Y
Combine
To make for less
Strength
Than an X and X
And what does one do
When they are weak
Lash out
Like a dog
On a leash
While the pretty cats
Preen
And act aloof
They want attention too
But only
When it suits
Their mood
We’re the ones
Who have come undone
It’s no fun
It sucks
What the fuck
Happened
Here
We shouldn’t steer
Why would
The chasers
Be the ones
In the lead
A Matriarchy
Is what we need
To balance
This wallflower
Dance
The power
Struggle
And abuse
Could stop
If we all
Just
Admitted
Our mommy issues
And went Gestalt
Process philosophy
In place of
Adderall
And Molly
I don’t know
The answer
To save
This show
But the end
Of the second
Act
Is too low
As low
As it goes
There is
Supposed
To be a build up
Back
After purging
All of that
Baggage and
Bad
Karma
From who knows
Where
Any of those
Realities
That we
Find ourselves
Squealing in
Like a hamster
Wheeling
Committing sin
After sin

Shit. There’s just so much anger and yet no violence, not even tears left for crying. Dried up ducts, a body that no longer gives a fuck. It’s time to pull it back together before I regret forever, this passive way, the days passing away. One after another, they march on in time, the ides slowly rise and die. Emptier and emptier memories remain, less and less of a friend the mirror’s gaze. It turns to haze all hope and joy, a helpless boy looks back and hates what he sees. What has become of me?

Time to shake
The dirty
Phony ones
And become
Assertive
What you first were
Before all these layers
Piled on
Must be the slayer
Of Medusas
And playboy players
Fighting uphill
Soft and still
Coiled up
Just like
A quiet snake
Ready
To strike

You who tasted the apple

From the garden

Tasted false knowledge

You will be left behind

In this new time

When the great remembrance

Will commence

The oddities

Of human clinging

And stinging

Of unsatisfactory ways

One day

Healed by

Samadhi

Creation
All came from
Same source
Mother Earth
Or one could say
The blank canvas
Before the painting
Was painted
And framed

Don’t fall for separation
Unification
Is what we are
No need to look far
It’s all happening
In you

So
Why
Oh
Why
Do
I
Treat
Myself
So
Badly
In
This
Purgatory
Madness

We live life
Through a screen
But it needs
To be
Seen
Through
Like all other
Things
It is a dream
Not from another
But from one awareness
Comes all the layers

Meanwhile
Human beings
Through
The spyglass
Are seen
To be flailing
And failing to
Look back through
To see you

The mirror looks back at me today. And like most days, it has nothing nice to say.

FOOD COURT-ING FOR ONE

Do you want to know
That it feels like
I’ve died inside
Does it help to show
Why
Okay fine

I couldn’t even go
Up to and say hello
To the beautiful lady
The other day
See
I was exhausted
Of being judged
All the time
By her kind
And everyone else
So I held
To my stubborn
Forlorn
State
Rather than trying
And not ever finding a mate
So tired of shallow dates

Someone
Was staring
But nicely
And seemed to be saying
“Why don’t you come over and say hello?”
But she didn’t know
The hell I go
Through
To make that move

If I play it out
In my mind
There is no doubt
She would find
That I am not
A “provider”
And care not for things

Like large hadron collider
I break down atoms
And just see a wave
No illusion will save
My nomadic ways

There would be no ring for her
No ceremony
I care not for money

So what are the odds
That while she prods
She finds this out
And then gives me the oust

Very high
So I don’t say hi
It would be nice to meet ya
But I’d rather sit here and eat my pizza
Than have my spiritual ways
Be judged again today

It may be stubborn
And jaded
But it is based
On research
Participant-observation
Of the dating nation
And so must pause the search

Until I find
In time
My real home
A family to build
If possible still
But in mean time
I’d simply rather
Stay alone

No courting today

Just a brief food court stay

I’m very flattered

But must figure out this matter

 

It’s no longer fun

 

All these meals for one