Passing the joint like a question,
No hurrying in the asking.
The Buddha giggles with no sound.
A coil of cloud curls on his lip.
Embers fall, like minutes
No one is really counting.
The joint is getting shorter and shorter,
Preaching impermanence like scripture.
Breathe.
Let the world unfasten.
Breathe again.
Even desire arches.
He tells me, nothing.
That is everything.
His silence thick like resin,
Rolls from our lungs.
The smoke ascends, not looking for anything.
It drifts.
It just is.
This is the ending without an end.
The flame goes out.
Enlightenment remains.
The man in the elevator hung a sign
which said that going up will cost you a dime,
and he barred the entrance with some bright red twine,
which the man would unfasten from time to time
whenever the coin was pressed into his hand.
And thousands of people who worked in the tower
went up twice a day and so paid it offhand;
He would remove the sign at each midnight hour
The man in the elevator every eve
said, so many sheep, it's hard to believe.
For only he knew that the sign wasn't real.
And hey, only ten cents - it's not a big deal!
In the land where Ganges and Yamuna embrace,
MahaKumbh Mela calls with celestial grace,
A dip in waters where the sacred currents blend,
Promises cleansing of sins and a soul's ascend.
Millions gather, faith guiding their quest,
Seeking salvation and eternal rest,
Yet, amidst the crowd and holy cheer,
I seek a quieter path to draw near.
Through Zen’s stillness and Buddha's way,
Renouncing desires that lead astray,
Lust, greed, and worldly ties unfasten,
The soul's journey to Nirvana may hasten.
Or by walking the Samaritan's road,
Bearing love’s gentle, selfless load,
Serving the needy, tending the frail,
Seeing the Divine where pain prevails.
For Nirvana is not bound by place or rite,
It is the soul’s transcendence to eternal light,
Where suffering ends and desires cease,
Enlightenment dawns with infinite peace.
O, the perfumed scent
of lilac and daffodil
You'll never replace the stench
of the repulsive local landfill
All hail to New Joisey, the Garden State
weeds, thorns and thistles your visit await
Yes, hail to Joisey, where the goils braid the hair
in their nose with acid rain from polluted air
Forget your long-stemmed roses and fancy poses
Gimme the stubby ‘toeses’ of Kardashians
Broads who look swell ‘til they open their yaps
Shut-up, honey. Unfasten your brassiere snaps…
All hail to New Joisey, the home of the oil slick
See the pretty colors stream o'er her highways
Yes, hail to Joisey, where the landscape's pure scum
Drink a toast to the reek of her rot ~ cheap Ripple and rum
With nowhere else to turn,
I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff
I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case
If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons,
Then consider this a sleep of faith
A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled
with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air
Brothers from different smothers
And I know that life is short
But with all this going into my lungs,
I might as well take a hit to get there first
And I know that life isn't fair
But brothers in control together, stay together
And in a race to my lungs,
I know what could get there first
And in a race to my ears,
I know you would lay your curse
on thicker and cozier
than a wolf in sheep's clothing
And moving forward without knowing
Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole
If your goal was for me to fear you,
You won in the wrong way
I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this
And unfasten this mask
And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss
Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing
I sit by the edge of the clear large lake,
My chin against my knees, a breath I take.
Idyllic warm sun adheres to my wake;
I lift my hands; pray, this joyous daybreak.
Enchanted by the seasoned run away,
unfasten thoughts of day-by-day workday.
A cheerful tranquil moment sets at bay
As I gaze out the caramel gateway.
The sun's glow wanes at a distance array;
Warm honey bathed the shore melting away.
Reality wanes through a hue archway;
A fond moment stolen, beside me lay.
he sits in his wheelchair
waiting
her visit
to ease his world of rubble
to snap shut a sense of aimless
in a nursing home of minimized living
its weariness that closes in like shutters
she bends to greet him
her touch a force that shapes his joy
shedding his decline like shaking off soot
two decades together till a swirling tempest rained sorrow
an accident, gut retching moment
swept aside the bliss of living
one couple, hands held
to unfasten latches of closure
to comfort them, re-imagining what's familiar
a vibrant rootedness
unbroken, he knows the glow from her kiss
crumbling gloom
when he hears her approach
the clack of her heels
like chimes in wind
Poem composed November 14, 2021
As the mind is tabula rasa
Runs into deep, deep into sleep-abyss
Enchanted by the wave
Unfasten by the speculum
Grip up a dust from nebula
Meridian air touch the hair
Again to prepare for a slumber
Down to the Caucacious mountain
The arrival of souls up there
To create a new lullaby
Mind is still taking an intercourse
With the unconscious
Travelling upper crest to sable abyss
Tears crawls from the corner of sleepy-eye
For pleasure?
For flatness?
Or blend of two side by side?
Pain is a prison,
Until you stay there,
Thoughts are your enemies,
Until they control you,
Loneliness becomes your friend,
Untils you accompanied it.
Feelings handcuffed your heart,
But brain is the key to unfasten.
Once you learn how to
Break the wars,
You are free,
You are not a victim anymore.
BEAUTIFUL FALL
Brisk the breeze that shivers the pines,
Excites the mind, in throes of daydreams,
About escaping from the tests — that litter of
Untimely pop quizzes of consequence.
Thrust the football — enervate the bleachers!
Irradiate the touchdown of the student body cheeks.
Freeze the lament of leaves in joyous hue!
Unfasten the laces of maple and oak hairdos.
Loosen the season’s best gourds and wild relief.
Fall into the raked leaves of Autumnal bliss, the
Allspice of uniforms and costumes, the vainglorious
Lift — running down the padded field and making passes.
Learned in school - the beautiful charm of Fall.
9/7/2018
unpick the stitches
unravel the elements
unfasten rewind
In what a dazzling look she comes tonight
Cerulean sky laughing in her brook
Obsidian orbs in eyes to ignite
A crimson lust for every longing nook
In charcoal ash of roses on the floor
He stares how she makes them blossom again
In smoke of love birds go wild as they soar
As he strokes her smooth skin like porcelain
Her pearls and sable as they unfasten
A drink of absinthe he holds up to her
Ivory mist invites horses that stun
A surreal quenching of wild hunger
As the night train north and southward they meet
The tulips of snow blush in their heartbeat
October, 18, 2018
For the Poetry Contest: Midnight Romance Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
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A sole preacher of the wilderness
To thus attest, the Lord’s word
Of numbers great, from lands afar
Would flock to him
To the river Jordan with baptizing
A righteous man, John the Baptist
Of whom would practice, righteous ways
To tell the people, flee from sin
To warn them of a coming king
A worthy man, much greater than him
Yet Pharisees and Sadducees could not appease
Nor make-believe, of apparent good
For turn away from solemn sin
Of God’s kingdom, enter in
Simply clad of camel’s hair, simple food, home of bare
From Nazareth, so Jesus came
To be baptized, God’s holy plan
Yet worthy not, to unfasten his shoes
Open heavens, spirit of God
A symbol of, the coming King
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Boys don't cry,
I felt my soul collapse and concave into a black hole located in the epicentre of my white heart.
They never told us that when you let pain nibble on your sanity you lose yourself to the gluttony of pain.
They never told us that pain never seeps out from the pores of hope,
Or that thick ropes make for comfortable ties that clog up pain from condemning your head.
Boys don't cry,
They only taught us to seal tight the bottle that encages our emotions so that they can live like freedom-deprived animals in these cages.
They told us to drown in shallow glistening pools of tears that defy the laws of gravity,
Taught us to be barbarians and never display weakness on our plain faces.
But they should have told us that
Boys do cry.
Maybe it will take time to unfasten the 'nots' of society but until then...
Boys do not cry, they simply sweat through their eyes
As I stand by the kitchen window I must say
My chin against my chest spent from working all day
Warm wet soapsuds adhere to my hands as I pray
Washing the seasoned tableware, running away
Unfasten thoughts of daily drudgery workday
An incredible tranquil moment sets at bay
As I gaze out and see the caramel gateway
The sun’s glow starts to wane at a distance array
Warm honey caramel bathed yard melting a way
Freezing out my emotions from the day to day
Reality dream walking through a hue archway
A fond moment stolen in time beside me lay
1/15/2017
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