you was who you was- jay-z

hard times, hard times
stuck in a body or a mind
hard times, hard times
stuck in a body or a mind
…

why they help?
all you want is to help yourself
a memory goes…
it shows
dwelling was ok
Pol Pot’s prana knot
don’t get mad
evening sad
Steven’s gong
in a messy throng
still a better was
drunken boat sure was

time bandits
all that pirate blue
bathing in pink
a lot like you

given the chalice
i drink my cup
strange among the hockey puck

…when you are in meditation, you are safe, fully protected by that bind that says, body is in the mind, but whole of mind in not in the body… – Swami Rama

then i was upstairs with it
creeping out and definitely
not the alternator
i wish for doubt in the stout
regarding PTR-1 and water devas
looking back I see it
key-value pair
fuel mixing with air – oxygen sensor
trifle good news
rhymes with news or sensor
no glory get it straight
if true, prove it
no please end this
it’s just my destiny that depends

“The only victories which leave no regret are those which are gained over ignorance.”
― Napoleon Bonaparte

“Humans beings always do the most intelligent thing…after they’ve tried every stupid alternative and none of them have worked”
― Richard Buckminster Fuller

I was burning hot, so I took my t-shirt off. Now dreaming, I was in an large industrial office space – the warehouse kind with ceilings exposed and many bright fluorescent tubes, probably some kind of data center. I was wearing typical work clothes, but the shirt was bright yellow and my watch was hot pink. I seemed to be headed away from my desk, quite a long walk, when i took off my shirt and my watch. Then in similar manner to a cricket bowler, I heaved the watch in direction rather desolate of any workers. Now I was only in my black trousers and headed back to my workstation. I felt ok, but slightly embarrassed. The man at the desk next to me looked stunned, when a man comes up next to him and asks him, “What the hell is going on here?” while looking in my direction. My co-worker tells me I need to put a shirt on, to which I reply, “It’s not OK? I was only testing the rules of the office”. It dawned on me; I was humiliated. I went back in the direction of where I left my bright yellow shirt, but now I was in the women’s section of a department store, still without my shirt. That’s all I recalled.