Tell your children

Block the urge of sense to mouth
fight polite society with masturbation
urges give way to greif of pleasure
confusion of love and touch
groping minds loose endless wars

uneven shaving

Shaving off the hair at the root
simple ecstatic closeness of sisterhood
uneven bumps left behind
smooth was not close yet
pure concentration

Pause

Opportunities passed
given way to selfish desires
engrossed by murky waters
sinking in hopeless despair
promoting weights made of
glass

Intrinsic Bliss

No never heard of a colored cloud
but I did see colors or maybe I sensed
them and then engulfed in white powdered
non you realize how insignificant and powerful
one life or death moment turns into everything
from birth to death insignificance of self importance
yet flying or sleeping in the sky