math opinion
mind opinion yet is
opinion is
created by one

haiku 24/4/1b

you responsible
for random people or not
hmmmm

here i am wanting
poetry waiting for light
please gently touch me

maths reality
concept of human minds that
reaches imagines
einstein not

source infinity
in your minds mental construct
as real as color

how does the poem
write itself in human mind

if a pleasant thought
enters your mind do not sell
it for excitement

the processe of the
manufacture of thought is
unknown to us all

electromagnetic
brain electromagnetic
wires figure it out

universe of thought
unconscious known
world is

hello I see you not
we are here
walking somewhere
my imagination

i play rufly for
a minute gently as you
wish touch me softly

a tear in the mind

dog is mans best friend
tries to teach us but we do
not listen wisely

there is an answer
foretold to all you are the
question and the mind

obscure and abstract
memories of love so soft
i just walk to you

the wonder of the
universe is you

the reason why is
an opinion that flows in
human consciousness

learning from mistakes
definition reality

oh the little fists
happened again this time she
tried so hard to not

i am small knowledge
person yet i see the whole
universe as we

i know i never
saw many things see few things
small knowledge enough

large round red puddle
blood of the dog that bit me
i do feel better

cognit discontent
cognition desire
the mother of movement
so says amoeba

the generation of knowledge
a task an event a time period
birthed in ignorance
no future thought just now
over and over creation here
the window of memory closed
on the thousands who first
built fire understanding nothing
except burnt fingers smokey eyes

someone asked me if
i was a robot writing
i do not think so

i is me you are
you they are them together
we are all of us

cigarette smoke in
my lungs bitter and burning
why do i want more

i dream of a day
when pain shall no longer be
oh so like a child
my mind grasps blindly

mi casa es mi casa
i dream of family
slowly all pass

a person at peace
suffers the sunset to be
whatever it is

see the emptiness
in between things and moments
your mind is right there

can you imagine
can you imagine a new
can you imagine

write it and give it
was created just like bone
still walking somehow

funny thing about
life is it ain't personal

the constellation
of your mind is a matrix
thought now is guidance

death is part of life
life is part of life birth is
creation of life

enough rice and beans
and attitude to die for
happens then good bye

i live in a world
of make believe it is my
life or so it seems

either i am or
i think i am but am not
doh ain't that something

the blankness calls i
hear and see and imagine
many things not real

what is it you want
from me nothing what you want
from yourself question

the words do not create you
you create all the words in
mind that which is you

the dynamic mind
of a never was is
buddha

if a good man
goes on a journey
will he arrive there

peepers close i see
dark i string the bow let fly
i hear dying sounds

i will die but i
won't today is a moment
the next step is now

you think
therefore i am

my mind is greater
than me i just say things now
you do what you want

woof woof woof woof woof
and the humans go ahhahh