Poems

When I'm forgetting Buddha, I'm getting into fights

yes, as I dumbly forsake Buddha I do absolutely die

yet remembering my Buddha echos in me a joy cry

to not forget a Buddha 'tis the Princely reason why!

Fiction 'tis throttled with friction

non-fiction's going stubbornly on

needing to let go of my addiction,

easy ode coax me soberly strong!

What we haven't become sounds a lot like the hum

of rubbing reasons for overreaching current failure,

yet don't despair my dear we shall conquer our fear

relieve our human Earth malaises now and forever!

Life is un upper laced with a downer

Made up the same from hamstrung head to toe

Bundle of joy to dead down-and-outer

From first to final breath we blindly go

To be a bum or not to be a bum?

Boom-boom 'pon your buttocks

You of poor qualities or natures

not pleasant, valid, or enjoyable

Affected or disabled by damage

time unemployed oft wanderin'!

We're nearing the last stage of life

Though not yet old men waiting at death's door

We still have scores of smiles to share

With lots of laughs to let good humor soar

We're writing poems right to the end

Though not yet poets basking in the sun

We still have untold runes to pen

With heaps of hugs to boost our final run

We're coming to the end of life

Though not yet old dogs dying in the road

We still have beaucoup breaths to take

With loads of love to lighten up the load

I'm already corrupted, we cannot put eggs back into their shell

but with marijuana alone therapy my life can still turn around

recognition is half a battle, not seeing a Buddhist Monk's bane

Can't accept I'm broken already? Denial's still rotting my brain.

Just for today, and no sober stigma please

the AA saying 'tis one from Buddha's tree!

Buddha hath so many, all are truth be told

recreate cannabis only if I may be so bold!

If I even find myself in trouble or in-between three kinds of double 

I'll use Shakespeare as my guide, I'll use Shakespeare as my guide!

As a lad who fell from reason and hollered out about every season

I want a Shakespeare at my side, I want a Shakespeare at my side!

Now the day has come for glory and a reconstructed human story

I need all Shakespearean rhyme, I need all Shakespearean rhyme!

Experts say twenty k's the hours we need to master

any endeavor or artform, and less keeps us amateur

then how many words must a poem smith jot down

to escape a writer's unread, unremembered disaster

That gratitude's important, 'tis like saying air's required

a gift of sincere thankfulness grows never old and tired!

All wise men do concur here, this attitude's utmost dear

and always shall humans' joy be indebted to such cheer

Thanks for all the laughter

And even for the tears

Thank you thank you thank you

For giving me these years

Thanks for all the moments

And instants in between

Thank you thank you thank you

For all the love I've seen

Thanks for all the friendship

And even for the scorn

Thank you thank you thank you

For letting me be born