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Perfection
Posted: August 14th, 2005, 8:44 am
by sooZen
Now that is just perfect
said and not meant
Truth has a way of shining
darkness dispelled
No one has a bounty of perfection
a rearview of perception
Mistakes are made as lessons
the only mistake is repeated
over and over again
make new mistakes today
learn from them
perfection is not perfect
Peace,
SooZen
Posted: August 14th, 2005, 10:23 am
by stilltrucking
Perfect
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Posted: August 21st, 2005, 7:45 am
by sooZen
buzzard brief:
i admit it
this full moon mood and roller coaster lifestyle
everything is just perfect except...
picking your scabs, your deep wounds
bare, naked
we sit on the deck after such a day
one to remember
yet...I pick
why? I see a half-healed man
enlightened and dumb
and like the dark winged buzzards that circle in the valley
i look for your open sore, i rent, i tear, i stab, i prick
i pick at the fleshy lobes of your walled enclosures
sometimes you are more minded than empty
sometimes I am more bitch than buddha
we meld our wounds searching for panacea
HEAL!, i plead but there is no healing for i am no savior
just a carnivore looking for a likely meal
i pick you.
Posted: August 21st, 2005, 12:14 pm
by Axanderdeath
yes very zen
but everything is like that
and what about getting in to the middle
letys not harp on extrems
Posted: August 21st, 2005, 2:37 pm
by Artguy
I am you are we are all the perfect Buddha...........Just as we are we only need know our minds as it really is...
Posted: August 22nd, 2005, 2:15 pm
by mnaz
"just a carnivore looking for a likely meal. i pick you"....
hehehehe..... I like it...
Posted: August 23rd, 2005, 2:05 am
by rhino
a view to a rear
a rearview
polished and clear?
never, not even in hindsight
Posted: August 23rd, 2005, 2:37 pm
by mousey1
BB....buzzard brief is beautifully brilliant...I love it!!!
It was a likely meal but methinks you didn't enjoy it. I say if we can't pick our loved ones bones whose bones can we pick.
A rotting corpse lying in the sun
is what I have become
No one cares
to pick my bones
So I rot and fester
And die alone
(morbidity...thy name is mousey!LOL
)
Thanks for the read BB, very good!!!!
Posted: August 24th, 2005, 12:12 pm
by jimboloco
mousey
you wowsey me
somewhere under the great big sky
my bones are waiting for their day
in the sun
and i take your cybernetic vibrations
that oozed into me
boney mineral matrices
someday
only a sediment
mixed into dust
starlight
faint reflections
sadness and mirth