There is no way that i
       am supposed to think
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be long
There is no way that i
       am supposed to feel
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be short
There is no way that i
       am supposed to act
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be red

anger in mind is
anger in mind we create
anger is here now

i admit my faults
reluctantly and whisper
forgiveness to mind

the words on the page
nothing but echoes in mind
mama papa me

choose or be a life
puppet on a string is you
unless you say not

We do so hard grasp these nascent bodies
Of thought that any occurrence of change
Brings with it pain. Deceitful aspect strange
This attribute of sentience. Shared lies
Self formed and self believed, and fierce beloved
Distract the known conscious moment again
And again in heroic effort vain
To shut out the ego damning dreaded
Truth of universal equanimity
Non specific to the fabricate me
The i perceiving. No answers can be
Found to malformed questions. The path to see
Begins with forgetting. But to uproot dreams
Of self repeatedly lived, hatedly looms.

march forward my friend
in a world you do not understand
you are not the only one

march forward
your blind, in pain, confused
it's happened before

march forward, you hear the cry
of a child, a man, a woman
many hear the sound

a thousand years ago
a thousand years hence
march forward

pick up your *****
and march forward

the dying gods shout
their displeasure as they fall
into emptiness

i saw a universe
in my mind it was so ****
misconfigured

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

gods walk among us
no here is just a mirror
we creators all

i am the writer
you the thinker thank you
for your blessed service

prism of mind
manifestation of universe
you me included

i accept input
i think about it
i do what i want

on soft clouds i walked so many days
we were lovers and i feel time now with my heartbeat
as we wander far apart
kissed by angels when i'm sleeping
or is your sweet soul touching me
this vaunted world is just a nonscence
without your memorey in mind
in the dark night dear past the moonbeams
i will ever see our favorite star

tree in bloom white
flowers symbol of mind
forever young

the dog ma is here
again never went away
and peace keeps thriving

hope falls from heaven
underneath pains umbrella
i feel the nothing

a piece of shore can
enter the river slowly
to become much more

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

the dog ate some flesh
off my arm then killed the bear
okay i agree

the dog eats my heart
i love it now forever
i eat her heart back

haiku 20/11/10b

at the mossy grave
asked to be alone and am
pretending to pray

silence a heaven
a hell a make believe a
consciousness of mind

dreaming
someone does something
i will defend myself hard
hospital for all

i am viking past
unknown voyager of seas
and to death battle

cognit discontent
cognition desire
the mother of movement
so says amoeba

constant reminder
of war my angry red mind
bless the peacemakers

forever i stand alone
surrounded by compassion
illusion and reality

personality
changes with perception and
i see you so pure

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

there are no exits
but the ones we do create
this here is just now

from death arises
creation don't mean a thing
but that which you choose

can there be a sentient
form that understands the all
no

cherry trees blooming
growing as happy children
soft   year after year

ooh ooh ooh
   i've  got brain problems
over and over again
   i walk forward

and follow the self
   of the bear
and the dog
   going forward

many years i was
   where i am now
oh what a manifest destiny
   i dream of it all

do not worry
   no problem here
name me a loner
   a wildman

adjusting to whim
concrete world hard born again
the dream is dreamer

dead lizard on the
tumultuous road i croak
under the machine

i stood on large rock
someone asked me for small help
i weakly chose no

gods walk among us
no here is just a mirror
we creators all

you look at what you look at
i look at the stars
both essential minds of people
we are

a song of joy or sadness
traveling in time
there is a moment of dying
we are

the cold winter bite
i am tracking the prey close
bear killed i shall ****

so the constant din
fervor in my mind is my
own thoughts *******

i plan to live till
ninety i hear laughter now
see you there my friend

the glassy grasshoppers shatter
when bitten       with straight white teeth
chilled yellow peach pulp       a glacier
low blond table wood       biting silk liquid
fresh hyacinth       jasmine
music       plunk on plunk
pearl skin       soft cloud
rose petal       lips

a new poem walks
the earth you are rebirth
of universe mind

to perceive without
knowledge is ignorance we
are forever now

you do not know
   i hear you singing
you dream a dream
   and i am there
i see our hearts combined
   and the fear but air
call the clouds a heaven
   i see our destiny
love is life forgiven
   a soul is you and me

the squirrels running
on fallen leaves make pathways
into the future

why is dog the best
friend we have so much in this
common mind touching