I accept pain in all its forms
as love tokens;
they keep me from attachments
to the passing wonders of this world.
Blessing in disguise love knows all.

when you are used to losing things
you forget what you have lost
have no worries;
someone will take it upon themselves to inform you

I smoke like a dragon but never chased one
and I drink bottles of red but am no expert
I am always behind with any form of housework
and pray God send me a gardener
I write at this table that needs cleaning
but when alls said and done im reasonably happy
and im sure Saint Peter at the gates wont hold any of it against me

down through all the scattered years
all the locations and experiences
of who I was is of no importance
what I am becoming is the lived life
the person living this moment

dreams of the night are long songs
sung because the day is too short
and there are no distractions in sleep

Walk through the door
as a first step
But do not think that you have arrived
and no more can hurt you

nestled betwixt over optimistic and despair
lies a medium;
its called laughter

Some are naturally blessed-
born with a generous heart.
As for the rest-for whom I humbly speak-
we have a lifetimes work for it.

You
Literati
I want you to know
I’m writing to you drunk
With a sober mind that thinks in its own
One that is independent
One that is great and strong-willed
To know
You are not pursuing a life of greatness
Merely of pettiness
Of worthless endeavors that requisition an
Agenda of procreation
Of Darwinism
****,
I may be drunk or beneath the tyranny of the ALMIHGTY BEZOS
But I am consistent in my beliefs
And all destroyers of
Existence
And freedom are
Bound for
Destruction.
SO KEEP FIGHTING BECAUSE
i AM A BEING BORN OF REBELLION
AND SO ARE you.

I wander through the mist,
the heavy air by sunlight kissed,
yet now too late to dissipate,
crushing, unrelenting weight,
maybe we can coexist.
The sodden earth beneath me lay
trodden normally on by day,
though now was overcast by gray,
the fog that did persist,
the bog would not decay,
I wished that I could stay.
But then ahead appeared a light,
to my dismay, far out of sight,
how could it be, as dark as night
I thought it was today.
A slimy serpent crossed my path,
and with a smile, hissed,
humbled by its vile wrath,
I wander through the mist.

In a poet’s world there’s no frugality with words.* - Amitav

to be taken out of creation
and still exist
Man would have to become God

And then a great warrior leapt out of Heaven
into the Virgins womb
and became man

so that Man might become God

.
                                    how is it?
you only live once.
but you can die,
a thousand deaths.

                                    how is it?
i can be blinded,
by your beauty.
but beauty is
in the eye,
of the beholder.

                                    how is it?
that i live,
only for you.
but i live,
to change the world.

                                    how is it?
love is a,
battlefield.
but love is,
life's refuge.

                                    how is it?
you loom large,
in my eyes.
but you make,
the big things,
seem small.

                                    how is it?
that to you,
i am a queen.
but to me,
i am love's
fool... lost.

                                    how is it?
history repeats,
itself.
but you are,
my first truelove.

                                         how....
*how...