Chandrasekhar…

So star collapses

to a point

in the blink of an eye

the event horizon

concave or convex

or disk of black

where light can not tread

beautiful mind…

(we think history is in our time but we are a blink of a blink of a blink in a mote in gods eye)… Dedicated till the end of time to:

Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar. and we all but ride on the backs of giants…

to all you of previous birth…

mindfullness can have bad teeth

can not sing

does not live

does not fuck

cares much

die nightly

give daily

free Tibet

sow seeds

free self

army of lovers, army of fools, army of poets and poets tools, armies of navies, navies of war, words of love, love of war, technical perspectives, startups, life on another planet, aliens, politicians, carve ups, have nots, cravings, delusions.

rock and roll suicide…

platitude hair do’s, smack mouth lipstick, smell good aluminium, hydrogen peroxide, atomic unclear families in nuclear safe sex hibernation. Religious perfidy university of known unknowns, life in bars, twenty percent off, get on board little chillum…

tears…

sometimes tears are of wisdom

sometimes they are of love

sometimes they are just salty…

too late, pallete…

the artist finds no answer

continues the historical mess

see children laughing

wisdom must reinvent

devolution

do not be like me child

though the batton is handed to you

you need to run faster, further

than ever before

for yourself, and your children

please forgive an old artist who tried…

(it is so true for one to be nothing, this is my story, nothing and everything, this is a dream, perhaps tonight I will lay down to accept ending, and if I wake, then tomorrow my best effort will be to love those in my world. I have already learnt forgiveness, humility, and I am good with suffering. I cry alone for people I have never met, in fact, I cry often because I am nothing, not in a sad way, but because those who do not cry enough, do also not love enough, have not sacrificed part of themselves or do simply not care. May our spirits mingle and I know that honour and integrity of soul will have been my path. I gladly give my soul to you who are simple, to you who are trying, and to the empty pallete, where every colour is possible…)

 

 

happiness…

in nature, one will not see happiness

one will only experience being

within this experience

is the capacity

to give

love…

(I do struggle with the word love, but until something better presents itself, I think love is worthy to use freely as a word, to express a positive feeling…)

the black dog…

I suffer the black dog

persons of heart suffer

because they love

when words like “mental health”

do not believe

happiness is for advertising

love, empathy, compassion

is for people

love your black dog

emotional intelligence rules…

free love…

love can not be given

one is only part of that

which permeates all things

connected to life

as leaf to tree

feather to bird

grain of sand to continent…