March 9th 2010 (a smoking Buddha)

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited March 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
We exhaled milky clouds of smoke
thicker than how cream looks
as if a deflating balloon
was swirling through a spilt liquid sky.

Here
even the tiny old men
puff like engines.

Independent thoughts.

Loud chanting
started from within their hearts
as valleys echoed with emotion
blasting my senses
to pieces.

At this moment
Buddha prayer flags
began to sail above us
each one, me and them
a mountain
under a pink morning sun.

Low in tone
hidden men became
volume
to my ears.

Peace and light
imploded in front of me
allowing me
my
nirvana.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    I like that ! it almost sound's like a Pink Floyd song,something that would come from the Uma Guma album
    very cool.

    Godfather.
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Godfather. wrote:
    I like that ! it almost sound's like a Pink Floyd song,something that would come from the Uma Guma album
    very cool.

    Godfather.

    wow...
    thank you, man.
    that's quite awesome of you to say.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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