Content to be quiet.

Basking in the sun
Such a beautiful day.
The orange rays seem to run
Laps all along the way.

Walking with yourself.
Observing the way
Everyone is interacting
With the warm light of the day.

Content to be quiet
I truley must say
Lost in my thoughts
Love this short life, I pray.

Out of control.

Two trains swimming laps down the tracks. Simplified logistics making lines back and forth. Pictures painted redefining the mundane. Two trains set to collide. Simple calculations thwarted by reality. Chugging along with nowhere to turn. Apply the brakes - physics simply cannot compensate for this realized disaster - Tensions high and fate is inevitable. Destruction. Rage. Deadlines failed. Cargo lost. These two trains will soon lose purpose. Moved from practical to symbol of carelessness in planning. Moments away - soon to be lost. At the last moment the rails switch. The conductors pass by with little more than a glimpse at their potential fate. These two trains, back on their projected courses. Past anxieties and worries. Attack and release. Sudden calm - just moving forward. Making this line. Completing its purpose. These two trains - mundane and relaxed. Continue forward; a product of routine.

Bodhisattva

Little Buddha
Sitting so proud
Happy to be
Enlightened and free

Little Buddha
Up on my desk
Teach anattā to me
So I can be free


Little Buddha
On a little perch
Searching for Nirvana
Establishing Theravada

Beauty in Art

As I observe these people
Lost in their art
Creating these sounds
Destroying conventions
Manifesting the emotional
Into the tangeable
I feel a glimpse of remorse
For a single strum, note, or brushstroke
Represents a pain, obsession, and psyche
That is necessary to create
Beauty in art.

Grooving down

Grooving on down
Along side of the street
Slick tunes and slick clothes
From his head down to his feet

A cigarette behind the ear
True mark of a man
Be it Camel or Marlboro
The ultimate judge of character

Sipping on some coffee
Strong espresso with milk
Productivity's salutations
Complete with heart palpitations

Last but not least,
Some 5:00 stubble
Scratchy and rugged
Hes grooving through the week

Wanderlust

Anxious and ready to go
This wonderlust is soon going to blow
Things out of proportion
The timing is right
To leave and experience
Until my mind is set right

Ranting and Raving
All the while subdued
Running in circles
While your mind can conclude
This life is just wrong
Meddled and Confused
This wonderlust will encompass
All hopes to defuse

The past and its horrors
Bad memories aloof
Subconsciously angry
This feat would defuse
All rage and contempt
Built up from the past
This wonderlust saves me
For good or for bad.