for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
Can addiction to joy be compared to that of sadness? Can the lost little girl drink tea with the Hatter and all his Madne… If love is the nature of the soul,
I, Ego Me, Genius They work together brilliantly When Ego’s not indulging In emotional addiction
Wind screams silently Leaves shiver Why learn distance? Thoughts. Stay.
Sitting on a fence behind me is devastation & destruc… the lifestyle most chosen familiar full of false comforts
Trees: If they didn’t exist, neither woul… This is the truth I want logging… I understand they need money to fe… but what good will money do us if…
Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?
Having my physical needs & wants c… Satisfying my modern human, even s… Give me my weed, coffee, music, an… I give you precious gems in the fo… There is no pride in this realizat…
If there is one thing that could m… it is the aum. Aum, the resonating sound from the… that symbolizes the birth of creat… touches the soul like no other sou…
My breath was in my mind Focus on breathing Quickly leads to thinking Hot fire Over-stimuli
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
The sun shines through the window… Warmth from the closed off house b… I lay on my couch with a mind ever… each thought wrapping around each… Attaining limitlessness is all new…
Your expressions flow down in a wa… Curiosity & apathy, love & hate; this existence of ours has the cap… and the ability to devastate. Extreme sensitivity is an indigo c…
I am blessed with emptiness. A vessel to be filled then spilled all over humanity,
Hi, this is the first time i’ve ta… Maybe i’m breaking the rules? (chuckles) i haven’t been too great at being… i will address you all more than o…
James, my son, rusty vans perch in longing Don’t lack like them