Perfect weather
Sitting in the summer garden
Inner energy and outer climate are one
Seamless Passion

My body and nature world
are one perfect harmony.
Self and universe are one pure unity

Perfect Weather

Sitting in the garden
Being one wholeness.
I love the summer
Everything beautiful
Creation wonder
Human life Miracle.

Maitreya
Buddhamaitreya.co.uk

i like it icky
mad to exceed the world
in dark dreams erotic

to evoke blood wet mouths
insertions paradise of fluorescents
in a dark aperture

her pudenda
a rolling hill
gaudy wound like a smash mouth crying
split torn tearing, pink estuary
for gluttonies' joyride
that can hardly be endured
twisted tongue spice melts and glitters raw

the sheets soaked through
matted hair in saliva
blood and eggs
the screams of monsters rapture

oh feral abandon
every thing else a toil

Lonely
I can't be without a crowd
Alone
I can even be a cloud

Usually life is long enough
To become what you love.
What if it is not?
What if you wake up every day
Hating your own face,
Lying all day in bed
Facing the wall
You hate yourself,
And you know your life is short,
Know, but don't care?

Usually life is long enough
To meet people you love.
What if it is not,
And you are lonely
Like the last dot
In the last novel at the end of the world,
And you know your life is short,
Know, but don't care?

pods bursting with seeds
get scattered in autumn wind
springing surprises

she could not bring herself to kiss
the dirty little frog
not getting passed his green slimmey face
and warty splotchy skull

never handsome enough to love
in spite of his viscous sincerity
and
her
own
yearning
snail fish

Christmas has come again
It's a great time of year
To be with your friends
And enjoy some great cheer

Is it all about gifts
Or trimming a tree
Give each other a lift
And some Christmas glee

It can cost so much money
If we have it to spend
Certainly not funny
If you have none to send

People are more generous in the holiday season
Bless their hearts; every one of us
Whatever they do; whatever the reason
Do it without a fuss

Aging is lovely
We all have to as must...
age with age

grey sideburns remain ...
head is either white or bald....
dentures some don
some love toothlessness

as they say
child and an old man are akin

the child drinks from a bottle
so does an old guy too
maybe now its Scotch whiskey

age along with me will you...
sans life... sans taste... sans heart throbs... heart still beats... sans the love
'twas a treat ...
now everything is a retreat....