poems to buddha

 
My feelings and yours, captured in a frame,
one by one leaving me in shame.
This unconsolidated mood that signals unpleasant thoughts
ls nothing but a stench in a meaning that was lost.
Perplexing ideals, morality codes, they don't strike attention to the Samara soul.
Its only what you know in this moment that's true
a simple gesture, a compassionate stare, that gives balance to you.

Bernal haight nights were the best nights, i would glimpse into a sea of lights
and feel my body sink with every sip of wine and toke of weed,
I glided above the city's skyline, contemplating thoughts,
Thoughts of void, thoughts of freedom.
And in every sigh i knew i would slowly fall from this moment, and it would leave me bare
with nostalgia.

word of the day.

Word of the day

Things are regressing,
Everything i knew grew old and cold,
evaporated through the ceilings and sank below my memories
it dispersed and redefined my sense of being.

word of the day

Eleutheromania- Frantic for freedom