Poems

I know I've not been using cannabis

when I forget remembering Buddha,

I overeat because of my painful past

sadness prevents a loving of myself

melancholies morph middle names

Buddha speaks of extraordinary balance

the kind only Master claims and obtains  

before extraordinary ordinary manifests

in ordinary balance I see Buddha's brain

Buddha perfects psychological balances

though just kind Masters' are able to see

from their spot of extraordinary balance

my ordinary balance I joyously received

We got to live and see some things

To take the good times with the bad

Like birds of passage fore the trail

Our galivanting made us glad

We got to stay and do some things

To ride the high tides with the low

Like navigators neath the stars

Our wanderlust did steal the show

We got to ripen and grow old

To feel the rapture with the pang

Like puppet masters pon the stage

Our barnstorms bowed out with a bang

I'd no patience or tolerances!

an in a rush out of sort's guy

I'm the angry huffier scoffer!

a sad man of thievery-n-lies

I'd like to impress how I feel!

my understandings are gifts

I'm a loving kindness belief!

a glad man getting his wish

Let's make a few more plans

Let's seize the golden day

Take tigers by the tail

And jump into the fray

Let's hold the karma line

Let's walk the Buddha way

Look sunsets in the eye

And keep old age at bay

I don't drink duck, ne'er cold or hot

yet I'll eat duck, yes I eat duck a lot

I'll drink my tea, ganja 'pon the pot

but not the duck, no brain she rots!

Sharply emotional feelings like this,

sourly toxic like a hopeless betrayal

'tis a reason to wait four more years

galley's food and wind 'pon our sail!

Let's count our lucky charms

Marshmallowy rainbows

Rare leprechaunish luck

Prismatic pots of gold

White stars ready to pluck

Fortuitous pink hearts

So magically moonstruck

Green alluring clovers

Passing the blue moon buck

Let's count our lucky charms

And drink some more cold duck

Yes, we had that potential for magic

this magic can only be used by love,

sprinkle the love as magical in gold

audiences shine 'pon fine magician

You never once told me

Never once speaking up

You could not find the words

in your half empty cup

My own cup was half full

So we blundered along

Never singing in tune

to our tragic twin song

I knew nothing my twin

I was out of the loop

Like that sergeant named Shultz

A naive nincompoop

To hear you say you see what mom did

her Christian bullshit kept me clueless!

wonder query how long you've known?

the chips on my chins were unfocused