"toaday" poems
We drank and became aware.
After a sneaky shot of whiskey.
The hispanic reminded myself.
The ingnorent Michael of sidharthas plan.
If he came now and toaday.
Could the sidhartha buddha search his own.
There are circumstanses to understand.
Sidhartha sidhartha. I read about the river.
Govinda found your nieve friend.
The man who would be disiple for the world.
Sidhartha would find somone elses journey.
Which in the making was his own creation.
In a epic adventure what's worth the struggle.
Its to easy and simple giving in.
Our sidhartha understood the noble Idea.
Which is make patience before accepting and believing what you have to.
In his unshaken morals he would become the buddha.
A soul every person needs to read about.
If they want fufillment in life.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Crazy perfume you smell when the doors swing wide open.
Crazy tiny hour hands tell every manican your shopping
toaday.
You buy summer dresses 50 percent off.
You watch my world slow down because I am
hanging like a hat on hooks.
I saw John crowe Ransome buying a suite
for a friends funeral.
Still I think he just wanted to leave.
Before the mall closed toaday I wanted to
become a waxed tile. Or even a plastic tree
next to the recliners. ( I coudnt be anything I wanted in here)
My painted jeans arnt for sale anymore.
Because years made them fade.
Now im inside new stores, new venues
to make happiness continue.
Some how its all the same.
When did I shift places
because the racks seem full
of sadness. I know where to
find mirriors even if no body
else actually wants to see
themselves reinvented again.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Coyote saw the ducks.
He was trickster but toaday
He was creator.
We all agree here
That something is wrong.
He said to the ducks we dont feel
Rite about this.
Brother duck wise knew
He needed to dive and see what
Rested under the deep water.
The second he had roots is bill.
Coyote knew what he wanted.
I will make companionship
Between every creature.
And give man the tools
To live with us.
Coyote made arrows and spears.
Man will hunt us but he will honor
What I gave him.
With music of flutes
And a boy will chase for medicne elk.
With my arrows he will miss and find
Wind blowing through the wood peckers
Hollow branch with holes.
We will dance and celebrate his marriage
When ever the suns resting heart shapes the
Clouds into the ducks sioulette.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Michaels a coward,
Stupid Michael layed down.
The beds a horrible way for
Michaels new business ideas.
What isnt turning the world toaday.
The Radio, my books, the ***** laundry.
Happy neihbors come back!
Ill be sure to undraw my blinds.
We must not victimize the barkingdogs.
After all, we do have to know whos responcible,
Although a bowl of Marrijuana makes us better people.
It wont clear up the countys public ban against the peacfull nights.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC