A nice man from Punjab, India. The dinner was much like what once was. It has been years since such.

Intellect.

Kindness.

Interaction of questions and debate.

He liked the No No sauce. Only two drops. Nice.

As such in times of such there is such inspiration to spill the mind onto the paper of guts.

I’ve written into stone what has to be now as there is nothing here ever more for such as me.

Bittersweet? Maybe if the taste now was licorice and yet…

Some time to write as it is to be me.

***

Born nothing special other than to claim absolute title to bastard.

Full of joy and peace.

So much, so much so it really becomes almost impossible to believe.

There is no need to travel the stars as the stars reside inside

Warm

Close

Twinkling as my heart beats.

There is no more a home here with this living dream, no more attention driven as a sharp spike deep.

Keep your wealth and money

Feed insecure beliefs

Age the clock until those lying hands rust and corrode away

leaving in place a timeless realm where the mind can still play.

A journey of make-believe where if the eyes close i can still dream

then to open awake inside to dance with my friends once more while the drum beats

To laugh and cry, help and try, giving and receive

in this once more to find life, joy, and peace.

So Pamy…

Thanks.