"If you wish to free yourself from the sufferings of birth and death you have endured through eternity and attain supreme enlightenment in this lifetime, you must awaken to the mystic truth which has always been within your life" NICHIREN DAISHONIN
there's a jewel you didn't know you had
a true-happiness-granting jewel
that you can never use unless
you are told where to find it;
some who do know misuse or
use and then hide it away
for another day
but it's a jewel, once uncovered,
you have to keep polished
or else its dust will cover your eyes
closing them
NAM-MYOHO-RENGE-KYO
NAM-MYOHO-RENGE-KYO
NAM-MYOHO-RENGE-KYO
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
This Be the Worst
I knew what they were all doing training
Me to replicate their image of what I should become
But I didn't like anything I saw and feared the
Ceremony of it all perceived the sham early and its obvious
Preclusion of those outside the chosen class and the threatening hot breath
Of hate of those outside the chosen class on
My neck and the horrible long journey down those corridors with the stink
Of polished classroom floors and the stink of sweat-soddened gyms
And the stink of lockless paperless outside shithouses
The fifties early sixties greyness life like a permanent monochrome
Movie laced with bad dentists bad barbers and most of all bad teachers
Let me scream I said let me scream till the blood vents the blood vents
Me to replicate their image of what I should become
But I didn't like anything I saw and feared the
Ceremony of it all perceived the sham early and its obvious
Preclusion of those outside the chosen class and the threatening hot breath
Of hate of those outside the chosen class on
My neck and the horrible long journey down those corridors with the stink
Of polished classroom floors and the stink of sweat-soddened gyms
And the stink of lockless paperless outside shithouses
The fifties early sixties greyness life like a permanent monochrome
Movie laced with bad dentists bad barbers and most of all bad teachers
Let me scream I said let me scream till the blood vents the blood vents
Dean Martin and the Bats from Hell
phony smooth of fifties sixties cool
death-dealing smoke and cocktail
couched in silky tones and perceived
opulence collapsed now to hip hop
poem and voyeurs' glass eyes swelling
the masturbating masses buy-and-sell-nothing
profit from contrived fluctuations all
catering to silence the scream at pure
reality jesus fucking christ! stop
the vampire we create and recreate
that sucks us dry
death-dealing smoke and cocktail
couched in silky tones and perceived
opulence collapsed now to hip hop
poem and voyeurs' glass eyes swelling
the masturbating masses buy-and-sell-nothing
profit from contrived fluctuations all
catering to silence the scream at pure
reality jesus fucking christ! stop
the vampire we create and recreate
that sucks us dry
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