Measured
Facts
Using
Absolute
Knowledge
For
Defining
An
Inevitabl­e
Reality

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This is like watching a replay,
the sky looks exactly the same as
it did yesterday,
dull grey.

or it's possible that
I am stuck in a loop
a program gone wrong,

cold duck soup.

But what if,
I'm no longer?
longing for one final time to
beat into this heart of mine

is this all I'll see
for all eternity
dull and grey?

Take away?
Indian, number ten
I so like the taste
but what a waste
I won't taste her again,

well
if I'm gone
it's good to know
the humour carries on.

She's alone in the dark filled with dust
that makes her suffocate from the inside
She want to scream to lure some help
but no one can hear her from those pain.

I want to introduce my tongue
                           to your pretty mouth.
                           so they can taste each other,
                           relish on the flavor of one another.
                           licking our lip locked lips,
                           until our lips stick,
                           like they are stuck to each other.

he
for whom
abstinence
or indulgence
merely imposters
ever equanimous
untouched by cosmic maya
bearing that crescent on his crown
steeped in the bliss of pure awareness
primal soul with no beginning or end

© 2019

Perhaps we are always alone, you know
Even when we breathe each other
And touch each other
We’re not each other

And life is probably better this way
For if you find fault with yourself
The blame is one
And not two

It’s much better waking up in the morning
Alone, and not being wrong about anything