I never learned how to share
quite tragic there in the now,
here in the moment I'm new
I see a share happiness how!
Poems
I'm not a Shaman, nor a Yogi, ne'er am I Buddhism Monk!
my USA upbringing cultures a misogynistic, macho punk
Mystic 'tis my rock star now, rendering superhero ascetic
never forgetting human fragilities are teetotally scientific
I lay on beds of rose petals
Handpicked from lush and lovely lawns
Fair-haired and sweet as fairy floss
Cast in the verdant hue of bronze
I lay on bunks of bugaboo
Adorned with sharp and fretful thorns
Saw-toothed and dark as magic stones
Culled from the horns of unicorns
I lay on cribs and cots I made
From rise to final curtain call
Unkempt yet snug as bugs in rugs
One grand bedmaking free-for-all!
Criminal dynasties have sharp businessmen
well-dressed, well-spoken, humorous as hell
Stomachs of the men digest sauce and sushi
have they sauteed their humanity, I can't tell
I've tasted quite a lot
the whole enchilada,
My anger is without,
sad cult in the Prada
Hate is the name of the game
Fueled by the reptilian brain
Minds on a much different plane
Unlike and yet quite the same
Hate is the name of the game
Bred by mad unrestrained shame
Chinwag the tip of the flame
Gossip the lark of the lame
Is black and black can be
A soulless raging flux
Of fail-safe storms at sea
The darkest park of me
Is raven as can be
A murky sullen tide
Of can't-miss misery
The lightest part of me
Is bright as bright can be
A soulful sunlit ball
Of sure-fire energy
The lightest part of me
Is lucent as can be
A carbon copy orb
Of far-flung mystery
What is evil?
Killing is evil, lying is evil, slandering is evil
abuse is evil, gossip is evil, envy is evil, hatred is evil
to cling to false doctrine is evil;...
And what is the root of evil?
Desire is the root of evil,...
Do not overate what you have received,
nor envy others. He who envies others
does not obtain peace of mind.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
Stop being angry at me
can't you see I can see?
Ire in your cobalt blues
play me sorrowful true
Another b'day for the big guy
Earl the Pearl Jay Williams
Our mi casa, su casa buddy
Up in his big brute bungalow
A b'day salute to the the big guy
Nephew of Esther Gram's Williams
Our PB Rec, summer league brother
Up there in hardwood hoop heaven
Before we were woke, we just didn't know
hate's the antithesis of enjoying the show!
When my awake evolved, then I could see
each cell 'tis such perfect reflection of we!
Jesus is a magic mushroom gatherer
stored by his side in a brown satchel.
Jesus cultivating the finest of ganga,
'tis the truest story I will always tell!
