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

"Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant."
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

thoughts.

Maybe there's pleasure in all this frustration, its a shame how we lose ourselves just to gain back our confidence in the mist of ironic self indulgence.

La vie

sf from above, late nights with the one i love.

I cant help but to love you and only you,
its a shame what a loss i can be, when i rot from view.

“There is nowhere to go but everywhere, so just

keep on rolling under the stars.” Jack Kerouac

Today i thrive, with a certain vibe that blends together like meshes of the afternoon, it flairs and flows through each memory. Memories that keep me growing, slightly misunderstood chaos. All those nights

All senses cease to deceive the mind,

be afraid of nothing,

pain achieves pleasure,

sleep on the bottom and you'll feel the top!

grammar grouped together by gashes of memories.

"Timelessness seen infinate extensiveness of one moments room." Allen Ginsberg

The only thing i can feel is the weight of the sun, burning inside.

Its paralyzing my mind like bitter vomit,

diamonds in yr eyes, cling to my dreams,

kill the buzz of pure enlightenment.

“More than anything else, cinema consists of the eye

for the magic—that which perceives and reveals the

marvelous in whatsoever it looks upon.” –Maya Deren

The nights we stare in complete silence,

oh i love those nights,

we wake from abiding dreams, tactless waste, misunderstood form,

incandescent light shines in your eyes,

kills me a just a little bit more,

you phase through time like racing tracks.

The Moon Her Majesty - Jack Kerouac