Frenzy

At my age isn't so much…

I throw an empty pack of

cigarettes across the room.

Squeezing A Poem From Rock

There's no use for a street fighting man

back in the U.S.S.R…you say you want

a revolution….well, you know, we all

want to save the world…

I guess I just wasn't made for these times…

I know there's an answer, but I have to

find it by myself. Hang on to your ego,

but I know you're going to lose the fight.

How can I come on when I know I'm guilty?

In the middle of investigation, I break down…

I'd give you every thing I've got for a little 

peace of mind…

baby's in black and I'm feeling blue...

but, oh, that magic feeling…no where to go.

From my notes

The concept of dharma art is that there is no ego, 

there is natural brilliance and intelligence that can 

spring forth at any time if mind is open and willing….

only we can and do get in the way of that. 

So, the training is in getting out of one's own way…

allowing space. What comes out of that is not only fresh

and true…it is also our true face, and the face of reality as it is.

Paradox In The Lotus

Lotus is the joy of life.

The paradox in it is

one can experience it,

but one can't have it…

it is and it isn't which

is the only way it could be.

To discover this is 

to discover the only 

true jewel.

Frayed Threads

"Sumpt'in didn't take right in that boy."

(sitting at my word processor 

caring only for the beautiful/damned

world we find ourselves in) …

I'm only so upset because I've seen the

way it could be…crazy/sane…

surreal/delightful…beautiful/real/ephemeral

the paradox in the lotus…

now, like Appolinaire, I've run out of strength,

and can only praise those that still love me.  

De Rigueur Mortis

There is no fashion in the charnel ground...
Vanity of culture exposed to the bone...
Academics consume rotten entrails of mind...
Nowhere to go in faded facade fad
of fun house mirrors...
hyena pundits scrabbling for
scraps of attention...
leonine leaders already filled with
fresh meat from the living...
if it's of this time, it must be rotten.

Edward Snowden And Diablo Three

The secrets of the NSA
spying and controlling USA...
it's not a communist conspiracy,
it's natural evolution of stupidity.

Edward Snowden brought to light
stupid evil and then took flight.
What does this have to do with
the game, Diablo?
It's all about mind control.

Computer games, teens' delight,
they don't even know how to write.
Pundits lying without a blink...
they don't even know how to think.

I like to play Diablo Three..
my eyes see red
when I lie in bed
but, at least I feel free.

Back From Vermont

Got to Vermont ok....I was worried because my visa was expired, but I got to the boarding place, and showed the attendant my visa, she said "You need to go to immigration...but there's not enough time...so, just get on the plane."

Whew! Once I left, coming back was no problem, because if they don't get your money before you leave, it's like a reset button and you start new when you come back in. Vermont was splendid...I ate a lot of food....read some poems on my son-in-law's radio show, signed my will...had a good cry with my daughter..got a new computer (MacBook Pro) for half price...and went to an art show opening for a local artist...realistic style of Vermont scenes...and there were mostly people upwards of eighty years old there, all very sweet and lots of cookies. Nancy, (my daughter) 's mother lives in an apartment they built next to them, and she was there,

and we seem to be able to be friends now, which is great because she really is a good woman. She read one of my poems on her radio show (http://www.royaltonradio.org) (her show is 7 AM Eastern time USA on Wednesdays...Rick's is the same time on Fridays) and one night we all watched a movie of my Buddhist teacher, Chogyam Trungpa. He was also Nancy's teacher. A crafts fair at the local town...it rained, but not very hard. My daughter and her husband sold wool from their sheep.When I hit the Dallas airport and started to have drinks, my luck shifted a bit...I had about eight drinks and then let it all hang out. I had purchased a book, "The Dude and the Zen Master", by Jeff Bridges, the acorn, and Bernie Glassman, a western Buddhist teacher known for his social projects. Basically, it's a conversation between them, inspired by Jeff Bridge's role in the movie, the Big Lebowski...they are dear friends, and it a kind of non dogmatic intro to some basic Buddhist ideas in folksy language....anyway, I gave it to a young man, a financial planner from Orange County, California, who was traveling with his sister. It seemed he could use the information. So, I was pretty tired and blitzed by the time I got into Mexico City. (no problem with customs Reset)....but, no more buses to Tepoztlan for 6 hours. I lasted three. I was skyping my friend ThomasI had just had 8 drinks, and a brief earthquake, and he said: "Get a taxi!"  I said:  "Yes!"  I went downstairs, where all the real-looking taxis were. "Seguro!" So, I got the cost got in...that's when the fun began. We hadn't gotten far, when another taxi cut in front of my guy. My driver honked and flashed...but that wasn't enough.....oh no....he drove up along side of the other  taxi and slammed into his side, then, raced away. I wasn't drunk enough not to be slightly surprised. I laughed a couple of times, and he laughed. A short distance and we were stopped by the police. "Cien pesos.", my driver asked and received. He talked to them, then they asked me to get out. They asked if they could search my bags and I said "Sure!"  They asked a couple of questions and I said what they wanted to hear, (which happened to be the truth)...and we were sent on our way with handshakes.

We continued, over a small animal, into Tepoztlan. The road was familiar as we came into town, but when we turned onto the main street, something happened to my TPS (Tepoztlan Positioning System), and I couldn't tell where the fuck I was. We got lost for a while, retraced our steps, finally asked someone where my street was. As we were going up the street my usual way, I couldn't recognize it...when we got to the church and turned right down my little side street...I had no clue 'til we arrived at my door.  Strange. So, the whole thing was a great adventure.

Don't Live Life

Don't live life
plod on through
like it's a tremendous burden....
Really?
Is that what you want?
Then,  don't live life...
plow on through,  cowboy.

Mind Spam

Erase your hard drive, hard ass,
and open up some space in your head
for something new, or, meltdown:
the chip on your shoulder is frozen...
you need to re-format, or else life
will reboot your system failure.

Thoughts For Today

Uncertainty is more certain than certainty.

Drawn to your own conclusions.

Change is always painful…life is always changing…

that’s why Buddha said “Life is suffering.”

“Eat well, get plenty of exercise, and die anyway.”:

(Boulder bumper sticker)

To B.

I haven’t given up, B____,

just let go…

we fly in different directions…

that happens some times when

you’re alive…and you always,

 always have to let go of the

one’s you love. We each may

have our battles going on, but

that doesn’t mean there’s a war.

Like everything else, it’s an

opportunity on our lonely journey.

There’s no use in specifics…that’s

like mental mud wrestling…who’s

right, who’s wrong, let’s control

our behavior  as if we were in a

mental ward… as practitioners we

can do better…I remember hearing

about Rinpoche chasing someone

with a knife.