There seems no end to the infinite
Variety of choices for some
Yet limits that shape our days and dreams
Are societies more common norm

True freedom a plaything in never
Never land i fear to see and say
A flashy bright illusion fooling
The mind in its momentary way

The money masters enslave themselves
And pull the thought strings with greed's intent
Profit their god they bow in their chains
To bleed the masses without relent

A brighter hue of rainbow
       Effervescent tune
Compassion builds a sentient
       World        worth living in

The thoughts of loved ones float
         across the mind, happily.
Emotions stir, sweet and pure
         and yield a soothing, reverie.

Often may we stop and muse
         of joyful moments, dreamily.
When we but exercise our will
         and make the effort, consciously.

You breathe a fathom minuscule
       of meaning
Into this empty aggregate
       of words
You are the creator a god
       with flesh
And ****** bones walking the obstinacy
       of form
Which does not want to lay down dissipate is the
       entangled construct
Without beginning from desire so vast is why
       so difficult
To drop i habit for constraint free consciousness
       now

Geshe La brushes
His spiritual teeth
And breathes
In my spiritual face

Green lovers do not peeve me, unless they
Show a disrespect for brick and pavement.
For is not human nature, nature? Clearly
A drive in some compels us from the day
Of birth to death, to cling or push our way
Within the bulwark of a group, and to fit
Our self a snug security well knit
Amongst the thread of others is such a stay
In our existence, that the various
Shapes of city will not cease from this earth
Until our cognit patterned epoch ends.

grapes
in the ear
taste like grapes
sound like grapes
feel like grapes
for an image i bend
you see twisted lump
of motion
flying
for no reason
feet empty
empty mouth
this empty mouth
tastes like grapes
you will never know
your full fine feet
walk a walk
i admire
in spastic dreams
awake
i prefer
the taste of grapes
empty feet and mouth
grapes