Category: Poems
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All is high
I took a sneak peek Through unraveling fabric Of spacetime Found myself On the backstage Of a grand perennial play Soap bubble universes Snap in and out Of existence Planets dance To the sound Of temple bowls All is high on Clouds of incense smoke And being alive
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Don’t look down
The trail under our feet Is nothing but mist And cotton candy Held together by faith alone Across an infinite Emptiness Sweet delusion That will fall apart At the first curious glance (…)
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Eye gazing contest
The Sun Challenged me To an eye gazing contest I lost it In a blink The blinding light still hurts But At least I am glad that I tried Cheers to the reckless ones Who drink their blessings From a firehose
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My house is on fire
My house Is on fire Running around I try To make an inventory Of all the things I will rescue Pretending I haven’t seen The walls all crumbling Already (…)
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Jammin
What happens when you accidentally combine freestyle rapping with freestyle calligraphy? I’m not sure yet, but it’s intriguing–especially the process rather than the final outcome.
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Serendipity
What a coincidence It must have been The Cosmos To send you here Just when we needed you I heard you say to me With awe And relief Well I just– I just really hope The Cosmos knows What They’re doing Cause I haven’t The slightest idea Myself
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For a change
The galaxy will keep spinning Without your strenuous effort Sunrise and sunset Are all set up for at least Another couple billion years You might as well give yourself The permission To do something unproductive For a change
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Lucid dreams
How can I explain you What happened that night All my words can only Cut reality in halves Cars were much more carsome Trees were much more treeish Mandarin ducks walked around Royal and fabulous Stardust sprinkled off our fingertips As we watched everything Melt together
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Warsaw by night
Night city winks at me With a thousand eyes Chimneys windows streetlamps satellite bowls dancing To the tender hum of passing cars Dazzling parade of speed and light (…)
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Still
Still you’re grasping personal happiness by the hair Stashing away in just about any jar Keeping a journal which means a monument to yourself That’s why the air feeds you scantily Invisible hands don’t guide you What is grand won’t come against your will All this ache in vain—cause you wouldn’t die If you can’t…
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