College

Dear god, is this guy obnoxious or what?
Here I am, minding my own buissness,
Sincere, actually reading up tutorials,
He tells me to switch off my mail account.

Anyway, here I was, minding my own buisness,
I admit it must have looked suspicious
With me typing when everyone else's mouse was on the move
But you can't blame me for that, can you?

One more day here, and I'll go quite insane
Depressing is the realisation - it's my bane
There is now more to bear - the new is
They now have marks for attendance here.

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Picasso and Me

Frustrated minds cause no beauty to be
And are not creative, ever, I was told
Ha! say I, pointing to the otherwise plain wall
Where hangs a weatherbeaten imitation Picasso.

Trimphant at something I do not understand
I strut around, for finally, it is one for me
Then I wonder - was this master of squiggles
Spotches of great Meanings, as irritated as me?

Eastern / Western

Eastern / Western
Stark Realization, Bland Truth

The final barrier is breached,
I now compartmentalize myself.
Name, label, fix, breakdown.
Answers are in there, Search!
Irony that another brings – me.
When did I stop feeling thoughts?
Logic, Science, exact components,
Confirm there are must be a pattern.
Search! For ultimate infinite.
A beginning there is, and an end.
Both beyond explanation, recognition.

The Way is lost, Knowledge forgotten
The Sum is more than the part
Feel describe, know all as One.
Answers do not exist, Remembrance!
Irony that I am – another.
When does one explain away truth?
Art, Motion, Beauty, Freedom to Be,
Remembrance of Nothing-Everything.
Nothing is there but cycles.
No beginning and no ends to reach.
For journey is the destination.

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