I'm Not A Very Good Buddhist(At Times)

Pinholes on face of shroud
Or starry night through cloud?

Supposedly sans soul
And only part of whole;

Absent attachment
Seems heart abandonment.

charles

whiskey & coke
make mood
merge with hank

i wish i knew him
enough
to actually have alcoholic muse

eternally liquefied precipitation

merged with melancholy
are icy expectations

seasonal like frost on limbs
floridian winter's weight
felt in absence of snowflakes

Religion

Sad state reversions
Seeking conversions
Hung up on versions

Missions to cure soul
Fall so short of goal
With truth in black hole

Better stories told
Tell of sweet love bold
More precious than gold

(euphony)

steady piano presses
on white keys complimented
by darker keys set above
where they actually are

music more than cell phone ring

i add my voice to make complete

(nothing desperate)

of forest respite
i dreamt very true
and snakes still slithered
yet calm as sky blue

Edifice

Outside natural sun

Casts such sweet shadows

An orb turn away from presently

Beneath these fluorescent spirals

Which eclipsed light bulbs from youth

Black morning coffee on back porch

Obvious somewhere scent:

Poptarts

Neighborhood noisy dog:

Quiet


Alliteration strings surface

Lovely light lends leniency
Towards time's tough topography.

Softer shadows surround some shapes
Ego's error exaggerates.

  

(Optical)

Purple petals 'round sun.

Is camera lens dirty
With reality none?

Dare not look directly.

Eyes exist unworthy
To see truth correctly.

It's not not-a-victory:

When within recovery bliss is found

When within semicolons abound

&

When within swarm you only get stung once

Monochrome

Overcast autumn morning

No sun in sky distracts me

My thoughts are gray-scaled dragons
Vivid while also blurry

Some storm surge somewhere threatens
Though simple serenity
Is what my heart imagines

live tile

you scroll up on live tile like flash of quick vapor
and digital stream to complement before thoughts
which once were mere melancholic afterthoughts
and close-to-heart-dreams still full of vividness

crash(ing)

persistent patches of fog
combine with reality
to form unnatural smog.

soggy glaciers of the mind;

this present seems titanic
with no dim thing left behind.

wear

lint subtracts from fabric
everything unravels
whether slowly in sun
or from machines drastic

Early Spring

Mother Nature's confusion
makes areas of blossom
more fleeting than is supposed
by heart's imagination;
where early spring holds firmer
yet ever remains softer.

Gapless

Absurdities go down better with wine
Absent that simplicity of sunshine

Though oft often seems exaggeration
Kamikaze kisses saturate thoughts
And explode with such soft devastation

Within her imaginary arms I bide
To suspend seperation's chasm wide

%

She was 1/4th novelty of lava lamp,
One quarter representative of tramp stamp,
With random percentages to make me laugh;
Mixed up just enough to never be mine half.