Truth Is Not Sexy

Remember the last time  You put all your cards on the table? It wasn't the missing piece of the puzzle To complete the picture, was it? Somehow being cunning trumps being true, Screw it! - I say. Give me the chocolate chips Not the chili pepper. Lest the world suffer for your openness.

Zen Code

Passion is a lie. It takes you nowhere. Nowhere real. Reality is inside. Inside is the truth.  Truth is the key to all of the worlds. All worlds are everywhere. One must keep the truth as a light. 

Blue Lipstick

She is a remarkable woman Beauty and grace Makes every man's heart skip a beat And race towards her blue lips Pale cheeks, bronze faith, I wonder if all that is just a mistake?


Part time a poet Part time an advisor Full time tough nut Noncompromiser  I wonder what futute holds I care not for the thunder bolts

Give Me Your Pain

There was an old Zen master  Living in a hut by the river He was living alone And sometimes he would get help From young nuns and monks Once a monk saw the master  With a very deformed face He instantly inquired 'What happened, master?' 'I'm old and my back hurts a lot' 'I wish you could give me your pain'  Continued the monk The master instantly retorted 'Don't wish for that, sky is blue and grass is green, I will die someday and the pain will go away' The monk understood. Now he was in great pain.  Master would leave this world and he would stay alone until one day he will have great problems with his own back. 

High Hopes

My eyes, they seen many things, Alas they are too tired of seeing The same shapes, the same people I beg you not to bestow upon me Age full of darkness, I still, wish to see In hopes, one day, I'll see something new Something one of a kind Some diamond in the rough Some matter of a kind, a miracle Worth seeing

My Story

Is not important, Important stories are being told, Remembered, revered, There is magic to them, A happy ending even. My story is not such, I don't cry Or laugh too much. My story is only black, blue, and grey. Forget about me even starting to say. I'm no one, hence I obey.


Worn at home Sitting all alone Waiting for the drone To fly by  And make me skip my life's misuse Do I get my cashback  Or is it all just capital abuse?

Legacy of Shapes

So much of nothing taken To make a little bit of something I dare to accomplish the pinnacle Of true shape shifting art Now, I'm complete But that's only a start


The smell of life in the water Makes me wonder  If there is an altar  For water Gods Still in shape  Making pilgrims cruise Let it flow  Let it go  I don't care because I got Them deep river blues