Fake

It’s a sad state when it’s ok
To use the allure of sex
To lure in a man, your prey
With thoughts so complex
Playing on the instincts of yesterday
I think it’s accurate in a way
That my writings may be
Raw, intense or risqué
But they should never be
Confused as evidence per say
So let’s get this straight
My intentions weren’t to
Rhyme you into bed
I shared so you could
See inside my head
I think everyone should
Allow such a conquest
To really be understood
To see it manifest
If it even could
I’ve found it a lonely place
With lots of people so fake
In this confusing rat race
Who just use and take
With nothing to truly embrace
They all want the same thing
A true love story
With a shiny new ring
Some may feel obligatory
I only feel the sting
I for one will opt out
It surprises me to no end
The many claims to be devout
Only to quickly rescind
What they claim to be about
When you’re open, the mind derails
Showing who you are inside
Is more than your entrails
Its when two hearts collide
And that beautiful story unveils
So it sucks when you discover
So many run hot and cold
And the truth you uncover
Is the ever common mold
Of the fake friend and lover

Within

Its rising is not bright
    nor its setting dark

Unceasing, continuous
Branching out in roots innumerable
Forever sending forth the serpent coil
    of living things
Mysterious as the formless existence
    to which it returns

Twisting back
Beyond mind

We say only that it is form from the formless
Life from spiral void

The truth begins

The image or energy which reproduces itself at the depths of
space from the very Beginning
in what might be an O or an Aum
and trailing variations made of the same Word circles round
itself in the same pattern as its original Appearance
creating a larger lineage of itself throughout depths of Time
outward circling thru bands of faroff Nebulae & vast Astrologies
contained, to be true to itself, in a Mandala painted on an
Elephant's hide,
or in a photograph of a painting on the side of an imaginary
Elephant which smiles, tho how the Elephant looks is an
irrelevant joke -
it might be a Sign held by a Flaming Demon, or Ogre of
Transcience,
or in a photograph of my own belly in the void...