Category Archives: Vipassana

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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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..

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Even-tempered lady

How long will it take?
to make you flip,
Even-tempered lady.
Maybe I’ll flip you and
disturb the waters.

How can you be so?
In such crazy bonkers times,
With this abrasive brown man
Awaiting reactions to occur.
I rub you up the wrong way.

But before embers can smoulder,
I need to see if a fire exists,
Nestled underwires.
Right now I feel your no heat.
Even-tempered lady has got no spark.

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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.)

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