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BROKEN BUDDHA STATUES

Broken Temples

To the open stone castle 

Never a papers width between bricks, 

the lord of it shall sever the builders hands otherwise. 

Airplanes to it, through the popular eclipse, don’t forget the lysergia

Designed to Reinforce the False Utopia 

The Fake Idealism of Air Travel is our world 

The Truth of it never lies

Like a news anchor guru with the ability to Stay Here forever,

Best friend for corporate wonderland

Birded nature moments on long trail

It is for you, all inclusive world view

at one tree corp and no its not forever

Overdevelopment, 30 years left and that was 10 years ago

Oil elaboration from Stephen Hawking’s wheel chair

Now more dark plastic like fake plants that never lie

Like building 5151, hold the Red Corvette 

His jaw was perfect and her hair was amazing 

A mondo dream, a real dream world, a true acknowledgment of the perfectly arranged hotel towel

How foldith the apocalypse?

Take Idealism to the vantage point and ‘joy da bew’,

See how far the horizon through the fog clearing 

Very truly, he said “I think the airport is so…”

Fixing the future dream with steel rivets and sheeted metal patches

Now say what really matters is important

Now say nothing matters

Now say nothing at all

Now accept apology from Apocalyptica

We did make it so dark man 

So now delight in it falling apart

Building it to watch it fall

The dark heart of design

Fiddling with a computer synthesizer

Screen blazing Nero, Nero, Antarctica

Heart set on the Buddha

Ancient scroll

An opening in the back of the head

An opening of the wrists 

An opening of the ankles

to free the hands and feet

Operator’s Machine World Body

They sat like buddha, tongue pushing upward

clenching of the jaw

Then liquified relaxation overcoming concentration

Then so much danger, jaws and hand flashings about

Stomach drifting, where is the abdominal core?

Where is the spine?

Abdomen gut shots

Like gun punches for vegetable tale consumer

At the producers computer screen, smiling someone else’s smile 

Look away world disappear, lose the focus and the blockage starts

I should eat something…

What is on our plate?

A concern for our Buddha wisdom practices edges into mind

The moments shift forward and side to side

Some moments say, be with death often

I reach for the dog, but it has passed away 

I reach for a hand rolled cigarette, but they are gone now too

As the sky burns an ancient star path

The morose ennui moments of object modernity continue 

Are melancholy romance moments for these motivated minds?

Cosmo “The Vision” Mansfield and The Eclipto Mindscape Spectacular  

Surmount the Wheels in the Sky

Ascending the journey makers tower

The cold rock pinnacle of extracted phenomena

The moments flashing in front of me

Peopled moments of digital namaste

In the field space between the screen and my face

Flashing through the dark planned realities

like so many CAD drawings of future worlds

The pinnacle of Twelve Buddha Wheels and the Ascension of Influences

The circle with the twelve sections

The star with the twelve points

The perfume of the airport perfectly 

A capital fragrance for only the premium approval

The terminal bum’s dharma return for ecstatic techno junkies

Buddha’s plane tickets to Sri Lanka and the ambivalent Lion’s grand tour vacation 

A Community Dream Path

Don’t forget to get your Dalai Llama text book and your Sacred Geometry manuscripts

Ancient Egypt is not going to chart itself!

Now to Myanmar’s Broken Buddha Statues

A religion shaken earth

The Buddha’s cement body

Release of the secrets from broken stone monuments

of course you know religion is poison, Mao you know…

I’ll have the disaster fear pinnacle of medic savior either way

The things of old mixing in the ether, in the stratosphere

Forgotten Rocketship and abandoned Hadron collider,

Overgrown launchpad and the last functioning synthesizer on earth,

Post-digital earth, post-modern earth,

Post-everything earth because I am dying for your remixes

Watch the world fall apart with no sunglasses on

The taints and the endless becoming,

Now like oil blood with vegan stomach pressure.

Rectal fixation envy and endless sensual genitals why? 

Spine wave wobble you swabbly swine!

No ejaculation relief for improved life

Often a renunciant in Arizona, breathing instead

Tony Book Legend leaves a legacy and maybe so do I,

In fear and love the recognition of the holy psychedelia landscaping

Mind made up a mushroom pool for swimming in colors of therapy

of the kitchen made meat remorse at

Ignore fish and insects never

Every last one of you acknowledged Thank You the Toyota’s bloody bumpers

And the owl is still under the wheel.

Try eating a sirloin while the LSD begins to saturate the brain

Now how the world is?

Where is it that you hide all your regular time and normal moments 

Is it where my smoked venison and the endless tobacco products are

I still might have pipe smoke as the Deer teleport through the forest 

Write WHATEVER in black permanent marker on brown microbrew paperboard

With the memory of beefy flesh from the butcher’s block

To Tempeh Burger with all of you!

Fixing the Twelve, The mechanical Twelve moments

Sausage no more

All for plant based breakfast and Broken Buddha Statues at the end of the world.

How now do I be?

Still yoga, still Buddha

It is the statue that broke

Not the Teaching

The obstacle in the path of the wanderer perhaps.

Sit at Buddha’s statue until it crumbles

Cement and colored pigment

Beautiful Buddha’s head

Dust in your hand

Now how are you? 

Familiar with The Teaching?

Buddha still says suffering, then compassion, then way of a recluse is better by far

I say; fetter fetter nothing better and back to the computer…

I wonder if it ends…

Now pass through the statues placement and into the future

Feeling of Doldrum stomach and rubble butt from the blackhole, 

Feeling of Chagal brush strokes from back home near the field and farm 

The old American field and the Yagya of Ute, Arapahoe and Cherokee

Swaths of native awareness and the farmers green tractors

Harvesting alfalfa and disturbing sex feelings on the bodies front and sphincters

The 100 year oak trees near the 100 year stone house

50 year living room at my place. 

Come as you are Poudre River Bridge, like Wishka Wishka 

Hemp charm necklaces and rub on yin yang tattoos

The Choice City is adventure casual where renewal is a way of life

They all shall contemplate Maha Kumb

To Baharat? To Ceylon? To Myanmar?

To processions of ash and smoke

Colored pigment parade you western swine

The screen again where the white Buddha statue of kaleidoscopic proportion attracts

Suicide in the southwest and the assisted mental escort through shotgun wound territory

Now through the 2nd amendment with all of it…

Let divisions of influence occur, make and show the influences and powers

Peace and loving kindness for those who have been through

Now the Broken Buddha Statues Again

Now the Lion’s breath laughing

But never the hand to hand moment

Never the Warrior, Understand?

Maybe the Opposite is true…

Yoga man show us the balance of aggression with the narrowest margin of error

Good for you yoga man

California current computer says new floor forever, sell the castle never

Thank you to Mr. Siddhartha California a true Real Estate Tycoon

Million mile pilot sees the moment

Friend sees the next object, the next empty space, then closes the mind

Resting lotus light of dark greatness be

Broken Buddha Statues

Broken Buddha Statues