Blank page Product of burning anxiety Panic attacking from all angles The computer seems to be carrying charge The screen too bright The room beginning to constrain and constrict The music becomes discordant heartbeat and ragged breath become all consuming Laptop closed as the user rises Hands clammy grip the breast Again the monster of …
In my soul The peach blossoms are in bloom Pink and resplendent in the Dao’s rays The float away on the wind Time moving their fragile pedals Of to bloom another season And here and now To ripen into juicy soft fruit Covered in downy fuzz
A dream on the golden horizon A gilded porch To sit and watch the universe unfold and bloom A substance flowing down over the seats A sustaining flow Of liberty and peace A warmth, submerging the spectators in the Way Until dusk’s last pastel flourish Reveals the sparkling resplinance Of our place in the universe
A slouching stillness flows from my elbows on up Memories of a rainy night Cold and dreary But warmed by years of distance And a longing for that city Perhaps not the city persay But the moment of life when I called it home When from the rooftop on warm days When the sun was …
Orange temple roof, Weathered by centuries of monsoon rains Amongst verdant jungle growth The saffron on monks flashed And the deep gold of Sidhartha Enthroned though unmoved Smiling down upon an ancient Former glorious capital Of a once hidden kingdom Now soaked in tears Crushed by tyrants Yearning to breathe free
In stepping stride I walk the same streets My foreign countenance in your native place My unaccustomed eyes Blinded by the mercury glow of the streetlights Your voice echos off canyons of concrete And your verse winds through balconies In the cool evening breeze of a waning summer I follow the fleeting scent of your …
Ox becomes Tiger The trees have shed their purple flowers A cascade of lavender fragrance Marking a subtle transition In the streetlights a single chopstick lies in a gutter Broken at the top where it was split A meal had, food consumed Now disunited and discarded Half a memory left as memorial It will weather …
Potato salad will go bad if left out too long Pork salad will too If that’s even a real thing Flowers bloom and wilt So goes nature In the fleeting pause Between motion and stillness Between floating and hovering In that flash of a moment The entire universe unfolds If we catch it
The pinks of sunset eyes Blinking in the fading twilight Heavy atoms of long lost stars Coagulated and refined Ordered in shells and valances Visible to my pilgrim eyes Beauty borne of the cosmos’ strident efforts Between the setting of one star And the glowing resplendence of little bits of millions I choose the later …
In silent saunters And in deep azure glow The stars drift above the gentle, lapping waves On the time worn beach neutrons fall Fired out and well traveled Upon these sylvan shores Lost to time, though exalted by man Guide to our lost wonderings Guardian of our saccharine dreams —— Beneath my cone burdened baughs …