Night Listener

Devastation at night…never enough to rouse me from my sleep.

Oddly enough, the embattled winds usher away the voices that I keep.

Chanted choices abated by bouts of rain on broken cobblestone.

Reflections in clown-house mirrors…shuttered by a wild life in the storm outside.

Outside of my pride.

In the nighttime bluster of moats…

I am as calm as cotton on a dry float.

My Swaggering Cave

Hints, affirmations, incidents of accidents?

I am engrossed in your swagger.

Your ritualistic offerings of all the matters.

Tis only organic to wanting absolution from all my obsessions.

Yet, some paths tread heaven as…a weapon.

As of lately, I have been loosing sleep.

Over indulgence.

A book of revelation.

Thus, whilst awake and on two feet.

In over, my over read,

under bred, head.

I now recognize, my knowledge does not make me unique.

An allegory of a cave.

Where I have placed stones of compulsions composed of inspirations.

Only when stepping outside.

Do I relish in the tears from the given sky.

In the missteps…

Do I recline to wonder why.

10 Truths Today

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Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise you will seek truth during the night, and your soul will stay hungry.
Ten times must you laugh during the day, and be cheerful; otherwise your stomach, the father of affliction and gloom, will disturb you in the night.

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Closed Fist of the Teacher

 

Owned by the media…owned by others…falsehood is the cornerstone of today’s living.  So, what happened to, just give me some truth?

 

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Digha Nikaya-I have taught the way without making any distinction between inner and outer teaching.  For in respect of the truth there must be no such thing as the, ‘closed fist’ of the teacher, who hides some essential knowledge from the pupil.  Secrecy is the mark of false doctrine.

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I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth

Outside the Living Room Wall

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There is a haunting to this house only I know

For only I have been its witness

A collection of heirlooms too loud for the living-room wall.

Spirits in a bottle…minus a cork.

Slices of life severed with a knife.

Everyday a tour of ghastly duty…showered by the tears I cry.

An a-sexual ghost feeding off the body of the host.

The consequences?

Never just the forest or the tree.

Sometimes…they are more familiar to behind the scenes.

Just piney implants of somebody I used to know.

Enticing  trails of northern life…gone awry.

Amid what we say…

And, the truth that  we leave for another day.

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