Category Archives: Vipassana

Forever young

I fuckin wish!
Aches from injuries
Of youth and stupidity
Visit more often
Becoming close pals
We laughing
About the past
Youth didn’t last
As long I thought
We all need more
I aint sitting
Around crying
The aches move
And travel around
In me, a reminder
From the self that
The body is mortal
Like everybody else

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Hokey cokey storytellers

Time for a hokey cokey
sounds of words go in
then go out another ear
In, Out, In, Out,
these people are all about

They sniff a london powder
and chat some shit,
good thing that I’m aware!
Pupils now so big
tube trains could fit in
In, Out, In, Out,
Not even touch the sides

Roll another notey
to stop their down
and that’s what,
their life’s about.

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Likes and superlikes

I want to steal your car
you drive like a pussy
It looks so pretty and rapid
I’ll give it a like.

You found a quote
That you think is profound,
Did you give it many seconds
Of your precious time?

Your baby looks odd,
Is that what it’s meant
To look like? Sorry to vent,
Still I’ll give it a like.

All her photos look edited,
Can see through the filter,
An app rebuilt her face
Still superlike just in case.

Fuck the likes and superlikes
Unless you see something make
Me smile in person
You’ll never know what
I really do like.

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Bullshit

You won’t learn anything
Major in the Education system,

Child welfare doesn’t care
About the child’s welfare,

Social Security cannot
Afford to support those in need,

Elderly in care homes
Do not get proper care,

Parliament cannot speak
To the man on the street,

The developed world
Now looks undeveloped,

The pharma companies simply
Want to peddle their drugs,

The farmers cannot grow
Healthy foods they want to,

The cows are force-fed corn
Not allowed to eat grass,

Even their milk is not theirs
If it is in your fridge,

Why make dictionaries
When words don’t mean
What they should.

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Beautiful melancholy

Never learnt how to swim
One day I could drown
Just like Percy Shelley
And Li Bai

I used to smoke a lot
One day I could get cancer
Maybe die like Larkin
And Bowie

I’m crap at crossing roads,
Just don’t wana wait for red,
Green means go to me too,
Run over by a nice BMW?

It’s all good
Because I’ve lived from the start.
Done more than some
old people already

Forgotten more
Than some people ever knew.
Lived will like a tiger from Sumatra
And did it my way like Sinatra

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No words for It

Thought about It,
Should be words,
To describe
What I need to.

There are no words,
Maybe I don’t know
Enough of them,
To explain.

Tonight I saw things,
Felt too.
No letters or numbers,
Are useful right now.

Feelings were abstract,
Puddle-shaped,
Words don’t fit
Into that shaped box

I know words,
I know feelings
But today
they are divorced.

My feelings are
Hidden and unseen
Maybe you know?
Can you see It?

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Pool Wars of Kings Cross

Hail your new Victorious King!
Coronated with higher rights,
You saw, your own sight.
I saw your eyes,
You can’t beat me,
Your eyes gave up,
You’re not even playing!
But still play me soon,
Don’t stop trying
Winning is my divine right,
In the game I’m good at.
Don’t trust the words,
Of a silent pool player.
Find someone to test me
And see for yourself.

To win is not enough,
Embarrassing you
And your mates,
Makes me feel great!
Send you all home,
With your little tails
Between your legs.
Go home, but remember me,
Be hurt if you feel the loss!

I witness the plight,
Desperation, frustration,
pained expressions
And fear
On opponent faces,
All gets digested
In my belly
That’s my fuel.
That’s why we’ll play again
And that’s why
I’ll win.
Everytime.

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