The Purple Fat Feelings


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The Purple Fat Feelings

I can never read all the books I want
Never love all the people I’d prefer
Hoping to live and feel
All the cursive of the human palette
I was left feeling horribly limited

I learned not to expect
Nothing from anybody
As the surest means of being surprised

I wanted to be startled by life
And found everything in life was scripted
The outgoing guts and
The ability to improvise
With a touch of self-doubt

I took deep breaths and bragged
Inside my own heart
For taking-in kisses left me feeling

Self-important and in love with everything
That was the Spring’s ingredient
The stars still go waltzing in blue and red

And if all the world dropped dead
I fancy love would still exist
On stars, for sale, for youthful fancy
Perhaps if we ever find ourselves
At peace, it will be because

We are dangerously close to wanting nothing
For now in my own prayer-silence
I’ll dream of books, love and fat purple feelings.

The morning of Clarity #NationalPoetryMonth #NaPoWriMo


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Narcissism of the meek

The light is clear like an avocado this morning
I am alone with myself
It seems we are all cheated
Of some marvellous experience

But I can accept anything about life
Even my own mysteriousness
Partly because the orange tulips will rise
Partly because I like secrecy

O god it’s wonderful to be out of bed
Before eight, I am the least difficult of men
All I want is a boundless love
Today, I shall find it, as April turns to May

There’s something so spiritual
About being happy, you can’t miss it
Because it doesn’t last
If pain produces logic, I will remain

The most illogical of creatures
I will stay the dumbest of men.

Upon Writing an Epitaph for the Universe #NaPoWriMo


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On Writing an Epitaph for the Universe

I was a man made out of words
With the whisp of whispers
Held like treasures, for tomorrow

It was for celebration, not for profit
How can you profit in eternity?
I am a man made out of soul

Of spirit-stuff and fundamental particle
Of joy, I lift the mood of
Alphabets and kiss the spring-odes
I am the early book of youth
On replay, I am the unpublished joy
Of how many writers on the way?

I am an artist who has no canvas
I am the voice that has no audience
I am vanilla love that aches to write

In a brain designed for poor speech
My ballads come as surprises to myself
I write the epitaph for the universe.

A Grand History of Culture #poetry #writing


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Fed on the Universe

In the belly, in the brain
Vocabulary is drawing
The long-dead past
And the descendent divinity
Of the future
The sun producing

Powerful dreams
In space-time
A word can do this
The stove of love

It burns, cooks, is fetched
By hungry onlookers

Underneath my skin
Even in the simulations
I observe and create
The layers of magic
In the heart of mirrors
That print, rock, hologramize

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And for a moment
I knew the hand
That is the mover
Nature, God, Time

Feeding on everything

More than dopamine
Fill there is nothing
But one supreme
Love of life, the endearment
That survives all wars

The gratitude that endures

All obstacles, persecutions
Struggle, that spirit
That feeds the fire
To create, to sing, to write.

The Birds know How to be Brave


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Return of the Canvasser of Birds

Though its song evokes joy
The birds of spring are not so different
Than us, they need new life
Welcome change, cherry blossoms
They insinuate what we already know

The waxing of Moons led to this

Where the stories swell over
Brimming with what
Survives the storms
And follows you home
To the fire, where you are safe
A bird’s song washes away

The bad memories, like rain
In April, the distance of dividing
Your golden moments into a person
For a silver care to serve that person
Each time you fall in love, you leave
A bit of your dreamy youth behind
And the song of birds evokes

The oracle’s voice, the prophet-time
The bud in you that refuses to
Bloom ever as fully as you know
You are capable, happiness is relative

We share a table at spring with visitors
Visitors that we have been waiting for
As if all winter, our cycles admire us

They visited our ancestors
And have returned to kiss us gently.

Remnants of a Thousand Springs


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Remnants of a Thousand Springs

The things that one grows tired of
The longing and the loving
And how the face gets older each season
I used to hardly perceive the difference

The wonder and joy are calmer now
My senses no longer follow
I am gracious with just a few
Wheeling stars, a recurrence of spring

A belt of purity across the simplicity
A sacred look a day from a stranger
I imagine to be a good omen
I’m aware of the fuel to inner burning gold

That lets memories fly away like birds
Ascending to a winter heaven
I’m less fortunate than before, I’m lucky
Only as a nomad of the inner worlds

Learning to live without preference
My attachments burned away
Until I found a solid grasp on happiness
That didn’t require significant objects
The props of living, remnants of desire.

The wind that tied your mood


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The wind that tied your mood

We’ve finally spoken
Said our part
From the rooftops of our lives

Cheering for the fate
Of hallways open, blue skies
The human prime is fragile
Because it’s so damn short

Open the windows
Tell them you’re not sad anymore
That for once your soul

Is excited, that you are thriving
That the cynical part of you
Died faster than you grew
For reality, is a cautious optimist
Because, that’s the only way to live.

Smile to make me believe


Smile to make me believe

When you smile
lift me from breathing
conquer joy so I can submit
to the eternal feminine and the grace
I am tired of man’s world
of war, politics, corruption, smiting enemies
so dear make me dizzy
with thoughts of intimacy, children, the home
arch me with your gold decoration
that I might feel young again
lead me to small feminine laughter
where you cradle the shining sun
and my life becomes the blue body
of freedom, the skies and the ocean
when you smile
realize, please, the influence
of how the spring submits to rain
of how my skin was made to
let your heart in, like laughter
and the foreign verse of beauty
I being a man, am so alien to it
When you smile
cry for me with the inexplicable
for I have no tears left
numbed by cruelty and maybe defeat
smile for me, like unconquerable music.

INGREDIENTS FOR CHANGING MEMORY


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I am not sad anymore; I am the saddest happy person
I am the rooftop of my cheer leading squad
The bread and butter of poetry
With friends coming & going
I can’t keep track of my traditions
That are dying, my shells of laughter
The forms that gave me pleasure
I am not sad anymore; only despairing
Of the same things that no longer
Make me happy, I am a soul excited in time
Not for longing or possession
But for the exceptions and synastries
That keep me alive, young, in joy
The hallways always open for me
Dynasties of love getting me there.

Happiness Didn’t Pick Another Day


I’m happy with a new content It’s called feeling altered By the Universe’s care That comes unbidden like Appreciated Air, and a gratitude For clean Water, abundant Green Such a fate that I was ministered Must conclude in happiness The … Continue reading

Treatise on the Buddha


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Do not dwell in the past my friend
The future is a mere dream
Love the present moment
Be content, grateful as a wild beast
Joyous as a wild flower

Have faith in the best relationships
Three things cannot be long hidden:
the sun, the moon, the truth of your love
So love as if there is no tomorrow
Let thousands of candles be lit in your heart

For all beings deserve to be happy
Happiness never decreases by being shared
So share your life compassionately
Do not dwell in the past that is suffering
Do not year for some vain tomorrow

Love the present moment
For we are shaped by our thoughts
We become what we think, so let
Pure joy flow from your thoughts like
The light that has no shadow of itself
For not in the universe is there one like you.

Anniversary of being Lucky


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I sip to our anniversary
Of being lucky no matter what
Happens or is supposed to occur

I sip to our celebration
Of being happy no matter what
The world sends our way

Steam is pouring out of
These fortunate years
Mist is slipping by from our honeymoons

I sip to our anniversary
I’m sorry, forgive me, thank you, I love you:
Tonight is like any other night

I sip to being in love with your voice
That quivers by my shoulder
In the lucid night, warmed by the
Sudden laughter of your spirit.

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Thunderbolt Woman


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You flash in my life
Like golden lightning singing
A thunder from a fiercer sun
That rides the afternoons
Impatient to germinate
Dormant for a while
You move into me
Like a theory of everything
Transpersonal in the sexual
The inner nature of union
Symbol of so many things
You flash in my life
Like a light from some distant corner
A companion of straight fields
And lines of roses with so strong a fragrance
I am nearly floored
You stand firm
Between my Heaven and Earth
Talented in translating
The festivity of the ancients.

Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-Taiwan-115744681

To Confide with Happiness


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Like the marvellous thing we were
A shawl of every colour of the spectrum
There was a perfect order

In our rising constellations
Call it love, call it what you will
A boardwalk to a happier universe

Your intrigue, makes me understand
Your wonder, lights me on fire
We are masters of eloquence

Circling water, glistening on pages
Heads in hands, laughing into the delta
Of everything, dressed for journeys

Like the marvellous thing we are
A casual climax of humility and inventory
Of the coat of paint turned by new beginnings

It is with a feeling of delight that I realize
We are incredibly wet in our shared bubbles
Happy in the first full moon of month X

There is only one way to complete the puzzle
To spend more time with you
Serenade each other with mutual shared silences.