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Ochre

Sometimes the patterns when I shut my eyes look like a series of lines arching up into a ribcage. A great ancestral skeleton. [Or, a canopy of firs crossing over my path.] Not a mother, but a reminder. What I used to belong to and maybe still could, if I tried. If I closed my eyes.

Star that won't go out.

I could smell The incense Burning, fuming, boasting Amidst the ashes of What were once my dreams While a star That is now a black hole Ponders its fate. Its place in this universe, That made us all Which, in turn Is made of us all To lay unfettered With our sacrosanct lives Or be mobile And cease to be.

A bad news

Do you feel nature is a bad presage? that nurture came out of age? that all mothers encage? that those who encage can sell? ​ I was too young to stand on your shoulder the apple falls closer than a bowlder that apple only wanted something to hold her a feeling she did fail ​ Now I am too old to fit in your shoes your prey drive keeps bringing bad news none of us had to choose one of us has to tell

Being

To remain lost in the darkness Has left one to seem Feeble amongst the others of his realm Though they have not seen That this one being is above them all For he has seen the other lands In between the realms He has wandered through the bridge The path to the other worlds Balenced upon his shoulders The weight of it all For only he can hold it Or all we know shall fall His lifetime is dwindling Coming to a close Which will finally bring to the light For this he has so long desired to see Away from the darkness that he had always known Now the times are changing While his has begun to en

Thích Quảng Đức

11 June 1963 Is it too much for people to live with one heart beneath the sky? You see, the clouds refuse to rain down upon me. I can hear nothing but the faint rustle of the flames, the flag of five colors. I can hear my heart. I want the same as anyone. I am no different. Assurance of the quiet, of the faint happiness. I know my brothers and sisters encircle me. They are not dancing. Their legs are being broken. I have been made for the lotus, become the lotus. And you look upon me, eyes held as I am held—to this earth, this government, but only for a little while.

live

live for the trees and the buzzing of the bees live for the running water and for a cool breeze live for each other and live for a smile for the feeling that you get every once and awhile when a little bird is chirping in its mother nest when you get those butterflies deep down in your chest don’t live for tomorrow, live for today live like nothing’s going to get in your way chase all your dreams and let your thoughts fly go with what it seems don’t wait on a sign while you do that i’ll live my life that hoping one day maybe you’ll be mine

good ol' days

once upon a time we could go to a candy shop and buy a lollipop for just a dime back in those days the grass was greener the water was sweeter oh those days people got tired of things being done by hand across the land everything became so wired people were offended by anything someone said or someone did everything became a little less authentic and now we’re here growing up in a world never imagined come close my dear tell me about your day but only the good parts not the bad parts oh no bad parts let that all fade away whatever you do, hide yourself from the good ol days