Grrrr...

If I could, I'd vent my frustrations
A day roared out on all of you!
Instead, I shall write zen poetry.

A small doting boy,
looses his dream.
Thus is the unreality of existance.

I live in the town of Pepsi,
Lost in the logo and logos.
Where is the buddha nature in that?

One. One. One. One.
Two. Two.
Three.

What is the nature of time?
A line? A circle? A Mobius?
Was there an initial cause for the effect?

Three. Three. Three.
Two. Two.
One.

This Zen poetry shit is whack.
Really really whack.
I don't get it.

Slain by memory
Explain my sensory
All I feel are rags in me
Drenched in agony
World going by
All I so is sigh
All I want in my arms
All I hear are alarms
Want to go home
Feel so alone
Seeing the reflection
It's all slipping past detection
Showing me the journey
Rejecting the learning
Walking along the path
All I see is black
Smelling the burning ground
All I do is frown
Seeing the world in pain
All I feel is the rain
I want to come in
But it's taken again
Show me the light
I'm too tired to fight
I want the peace
But my mind won't cease
So I was slain by my memory
And I don't have the energy
I can't stand up again
Watching the artist flare
Her art always there
Life so flamboyant
As long as she'll enjoy it
Always Yume
Loving you
Leaving now
Please don't frown
I can't hear a sound
I fall to the ground.