buddhism

  • My poetry call

    I walk and talk a path of kindness Banishing all negative darkness, I try to shine light where ever I go I don’t believe that anyone knows, The answers to the life we lead I believe it’s a miracle just to breathe, So my ambition is to make the most of it By happy, be…

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  • My style

    My poetry and my words Are like analects, With my dialect, Which is some that I elect To write in and if you object, Then that’s your prerogative But it won’t change my substance And that won’t change my style, Because I write raw Because I am free And because I let my mind run…

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  • Conjuring up lies

    People are always going to make shit up about you, And those who say they support you will believe this as truth, At least you know where you stand with them True friends will pay no heed to lies and will stop listening, But you’ve no need to worry because these lies are not you,…

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  • I could be fake and do what others think I could live their way to keep them happy, But I make my own decisions and I live my own life I say what I want to and and what seems right, That’s the way I choose to live my life.

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  • Deep night crisis

    In the deep night do we lose sight of what living is all about, Do we lose grasp on what’s love and learn to self doubt, Do we go forward then go back again in the pouring rain Wondering what is it that’s causing us so much pain, You come here, around my house and…

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  • Living life

    Living life

    What’s your proclivity limit Is it restricted or is it infinite, Are your dreams positive or pessimistic Is your heart truly always in it, When it comes to living life.

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  • This is life

    This is life

    We come from particles of light To exist as pagans living life, Then we fade and become carbon This is the start and end like day and night.

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  • Helping others

    Always help others While expecting nothing in return For when you expect some payback That kind deed is not well earned.

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  • Life gets harder every day And distraction get in the way The struggle we fight continues And no matter what people may say I work hard and do do much For everybody else I find that too few do anything for me And that’s fine I guess because they don’t see I can stand strong…

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  • Crimes

    Crimes we commit we are punished for, The crimes by the rich and political elite They’re exonerated for of course, We all seem to accept this without any thought, One rule for them and another for us Yet nobody kicks up any fuss, What the absolute fuck.

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