Feed dreams, starve nightmares

Like two kids fighting for attention,
They both want my energy and focus
Both starved, fighting for growth.

My thoughts feed into their digestion
So the nightmares won’t die.
Should not have reflected on it.

The nightmare won’t get nothing
But suffocation,
It cannot live within me.

I will feed the dream
That ending was happy,
I choose that ending..

A voided moment

This nothingness is boring
nothing ever happens.
What to do next?
Who shall I text?

I do nothing but slide fingers
across touch screens,
Can’t remember when
I was last touched

Motivation has left
the smile went too.
Maybe they booked
a cheap holiday,
To escape my way.

Today’s Caravaggista

I know you!
I see your style dark fellow,
Stuck in one mode;
Screw-faced badman.

You don’t need torches and candles
To shed light on human plight.
You are a human in a sorry plight!
Starting fights over food,
Killed a man over tennis?!
Maybe you fucked his wife too.
A reality so unbelievable,
Knights of the realm after you too?
This depends how closely you
follow the path of the master.

Moments of horror;
Here’s the head of St John!
No boring portraits here
Whole stories in a snapshot.
In the midst of an action
I wonder what has happened..
Or is something about to?
To some unlucky painted face.
More questions than answers.
You try figuring out,
The thought pattern of a genius.

Disillusions of light

Each day
The sun rises,
Now the morning is beautiful.

Later on
Stars may shine,
The night seems so enchanting!

A dirty boy is bathed,
His mother is happy
With a crystal clean outcome.

Light at the end of the tunnel?
Nope, just more trains
In this darkness.

Light hits something.
Probably causing some beauty,
Because people are positive.

Seems as though,
Impermanence of light
Means beauty will not last.

Prepare for the darkness,
And remember the light.
What brightness will tomorrow bring?

If any.

Karma Coach

What a huge change
Since I last got on
This smelly coach
With its cigarette smell.
Before I felt my nerves,
Now I’ve got sensations.
I let them all be,
As now I just observe.
I’m sitting next to Nuno again,
But you don’t know him.
He’s a happier man,
Since he found vipassana.
We met on day zero,
Now it’s day eleven.

Time for the karma coach
To take us back home
To a new world,
With a new US president
And an equanimous new me.
There is no better method
Than taking the Karma Coach.

(Day 11 of a meditation course, poem 12/12 in this series. See introduction.)

Version 2.0

Yes it’s finally here!
About bloody time too.
The upgrade is happening
Over the air.
Under and through it too.

Some long needed fixes,
For the long-standing bugs,
No more system glitches.
Productivity and progress.
That’s what 2.0 should be called.

Shiny new interface,
Slimmer slick design.
Extra added compassion
And some empathy too.
A fresher, cleaner, purer interface just arrived.

Time to test this new version.
Who wants a play?

(Day 10 of a meditation course, poem 11/12 in this series. See introduction.)

E for Equanimity

All the lads on row E,
Made it until the end.
We felt each others movements,
Heard each others breaths,
Knew each others names,
Without using them once.

All the other rows,
Had at least one person leave.
In front and behind,
Are where empty spots emerged.
I felt determination,
From outside my own skin,
I saw the walk of my friends,
In the circuit of the fields.

Friends, comrades and colleagues
are now just memories
but for those 10 days
they were a force.
That’s why on Row E,
E stood for Equanimity.
We stayed and we coped,
with calmness and composure.
Until the last day.

(Day 9 of a meditation course, poem 10/12 in this series. See introduction.)