To the big man i gave
Money, a smile, kindness
Civility
To the little girl i gave
Orders, a frown, rudeness
Denial
Of her Buddha nature
No different from the big man's

i like illusion
of coffee...i know death is
mirage... peace is dream
born from projection fear

pain don't matter now
breath and blood all important
sound the speech of war

i see the window
of the soul of you i am
blind but i hear

i see you in the
midnight of mind we are here
together again

in the land of ten
fingers the twelve fingered man
is the guitar king

******* wonder mind
walks the streets at midnight
with a spray can and brush

canvas the world
approval does not matter
they do they boo

hope meaningless
is is is that's all
a condition of existence

a consistent emptiness
to be filled with they
and the earth moves

turkey's walk the street
humans say beep politely
life in the slow lane

soul soft whisper feet
of mice on a mission to
eat   live long prosper

nothing beats random
tree to halt life momentum
brown leaves on chill ground

gilded a prison
in the moments of
yet was is

true knowledge so deep
we have to go forward slow
compassion and love

i traverse life now
keeping precious mind busy
between cigarettes

i cannot see this
mind in an emptiness my
mind is emptiness

my words are so strong
the volcano is jealous
hah ego mind rules

unique spectrum of
genetics is all in all
no not really

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

from inside to out
i fill all the universe
i am very small

i sparkled a couple trillion
brain cells
one-one thousandth of a second ago
blue sky an  whiperwill

i called a dog to
the door the dog come to be
a dog ever was

haiku 22/1/3a

so the micro invisiblility
of the nuance crys for
a true revelation of the unknown

new demigods,twitter, facebook
call all souls to worship
we type in obedience

"Glide"

Eagle flying up above
wings of majesty
Floating high up in the sky
a dream   of mind

Glide up into atmosphere
without a downward glance
No need for a such a tiny bit
of you   and me

An eagle being what it is
flying fast for love
An eagle in the sky is free
being   what it is

Heard a story long ago
a distant melody
All thoughts and thinking but a dream
vacant to and fro

Now i know there's nothing new
this here and time is free
I give up all i ever want
for eagle majesty

the lies we tell ourselves are
   part of our consciousness
globules of satan's blood drip
   into our souls

agape

differentiate between
   the obscure of time
and the real now
   falling forward

no place is here true
   but a piece of what
can be is whatever

i smile and drift
   my mind and this
is but a short poem

i am not in charge
i write poetry what you
think is in your mind

it is not me
it is the computer

i do what it tells me to
i am puppet to the master

old reality lost
we created

we control it's true
mistakes are made

not by sentient circuits
dumb humans

we're all just beautiful
people walking around
imagining other things

biled catacomb of
thoughts grip my soul in darkest
chains which can be loosed

i've had it so soft
the pain blinded me
did not see the real

haiku 20/11/3f

i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind
you create meaning

i thought i saw a
god in my mind it was just
you in a mirror

i dream of walking
on mountains   ha ha ha just
one hundred paces

fat squirrel move slow
warm sun brown leaves food close now
ignorance craving

tiger scent with
rustle of dry leaves
on the path   a flower

gun man comes into
i try to **** him hard or
hide behind a child

and the door opens
unto an empty chamber
existent future

to see enlightenment
in the mirror
no other choice

this time of compassion
my effort so small
ha   one tiny step

sorrow a mind as long as you want
happiness a place to be if you want
i choose the dark side
long ago i made a decision
happy face or sad face
my choice,, sad face. if
only i had the protector anger
to back it up
i'm working on it.
don't tread on me.

pain does not become
pleasure it becomes nothing
but pain

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

i eat the food of the soft and hard work
   no time is left for a god to appear
cross the river and find a path that works
   a life of effort all live with the true

of not excisting in the mind of self
   and what we call god is a bandaid that
is better than nothing as we bleed life
   out of love upon a table raza

which is true yet maleable so now
   we walk and talk the walking head maybe
not a word is true that's not thought softly in
   a moment of yells and we follow

as to the inner true unheard that
can be peaceful if we try i do not know what

i want a spring bonsai tree
possess it as own
shape it to controlling will

21/11/3

the grass on the hill
speaks nothing until
our ears open with age
and the demons dark will
loses meaning

the soft melody
of piece sends a thrill
to the harbor of will
and causes a self
into being

action a skill learned
from birth to grave
we pay not attention
to continous pain
and we travel

first you have to be
a river not a piece of shore
then journey begins

a moment of silence
negates the universe
oh what a wonderful

where does love begin
in your own head only source
in the universe

shallow river
on the sandy bed
bones beneath