Isolation

I don't wanna be alone,
But want to be left alone
He heard it said to himself

Separate from the world
Its energy and divine power
A fading ember shot from a fire

Casting light descending
Through a life wraped
In an atmosphere of isolation

Bull Market

Buy, sell, hedge, dwell
Capitalist cowboys
Balls heave and swell

Blood doped arteries
Pump Manhattan's pleasantries
Crisis, depression, mild recession

We'll get out, but not for them
Spin doctors' narcosis
Foul weather socialists

Some Good Smokes

There are some good smokes
Once in a while
In the chain of smoking
Through a cloudy smile

Everything I've hated
I became
But the things I hate
Don't stay the same

Is it rich in spirit
To want some more -
To try someone
And not acquit?

If the choice is to masturbate
To a higher power
Better yet to meditate
On an enlightened flower

Nice is Nice

Nice is the sunniest place
For the shadiest people he said
As the clouds rolled past the bus
Cliffs to Bono and Brad

Sometimes the screwin' you get
Ain't worth the screwin' you get
Spoken through a sigh
In a moment he wasn't high

To be calm is the highest
Achievement of the self
A fortune on Yogi Tea
A spiritual plea

Abundance is present
In every second
Space between the gap
Serendipidous mishap

In Shanna's Shoes

Shanna's shoes
Racked like a rainbow
Rockin' dogs
Her smile a show.

Grey sparkle -
Ox blood
Creciendo laugh
Musical flood.

Hidden beauty
Complex sole
Absorbed inner chi
Dispells woe.

Shanna and her shoes
Trudging the path
So few have taken
She's done the math.

Protect the child
That hits the floor
Love what is ahead
By loving what's come before!

Land Mass

Primordial ooze
Hot and gooey
Porous organic
Evolved from this non-eden
But more a miracle than
Human's feined love
Buddha a rock
And all humans too
Jesus and Tao
Elements all true
Great it is
This billions of years
A testament to power
Not psalms and saints
Catchy tales
Abridged poison taints

Divided

Now or later? Time will tell
It's a matter of love
Not anger, just chill
Your side of the street, not mine
Do your thing, good and fine
I'll grin and ignore
Good or sad
The ripple's abrupt end
The buck stops here
Not drama or dreams
Repel useless fear
A cough a flinch
A feud of energy unsettled
It's your shit, not mine
I choose to ignore - move on - be well
You choose otherwise
Can't judge, can't tell
Either way, I'm here, you're there
Two separate entitites
The same and apart
It's a practice, a process
Training and time
Keep up the breath
A circle a chime
It sounds in my root
Up through the spine
I'll share my wealth
But what's yours is yours
What's mine is mine
All is good - I won't sell
Your poker faced smashed
By your stressful tell
I don't mind
Let it be
The field itslef
Endless energy

Cool & cold

Hot and cold
Riding through mist and fog
Traffic pushin' back and front
Bikers fall back left and right
Red lights to yellow
Pigeon hole looks
Headlights bellow
Heated core
Coast and mellow
Catch the breeze
A shark on land
Fishin' for prey
Sharp look, quick turn
Thrusting through air
Over earth