23

Ascending and descending.
Ripping the poem to shreds.
Casting everything aside in search of the abstract truth.
Shifting saxophone penumbra.
Melancholy tears in the jaded light of day.

Excuse me while I trumpet headlong into oblivion,
taking pieces of this fragrant night,
silently moulding my flimsy tune.

Jurassic symphonies pound in my chest.
Mad hair ablaze with quivering jest.
I strain to imagine the universe
in it's rearranged form
and present it to you
without upsetting the norm.

As I delve into this mirror
without the vaguest sense of terror.
I realise my mortal error
because you've heard this shit before.
Don't you remember being 23,
indulging in quaint philosophy.
Criticising society
with a noble sense of piety.

Questioning the bounds of reality
to see the world in it's totality.
Taking theories to their conclusions
and getting lost in delusions.
This world may be an illusion
but there's no need for confusion.
Just see without duality
and lose that dull banality.

You can call me a punk
but these words are just junk.
Maybe I've just smoked too much skunk.
Fuck it! Let's get drunk.

Don't need a weatherman

"You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows"

"The Sun's not yellow,
it's a chicken!"

I already murdered Bob Dylan in a previous post but here is a page of all of his lyrics (listed alphabetically) for all your hero worshipping needs. If you see Dylan on the path, Kill him and take his stripy trousers for yourself! but not before you share a spliff with the skinny beatnik...

"Be ye lamps unto yourselves"

Brad Warner is a zen writer I really respect. Mostly because he doesn't seem to give a shit about zen or whether you believe what he says. He seems to cut straight to the heart of the matter in a way readable to young 20-somethings like myself. He played bass in a punk band in the 80's then made monster movies in Japan before becoming a zen monk.

Here's an excerpt from his book 'Hardcore Zen':

"The last thing Buddha told his followers before he died was this: "Question authority". Actually, if you look it up, you might see his last words translated as "Be ye lamps unto yourselves". A lot of guys who translated this kind of stuff really got into the King James Bible-sounding language. But the point is, a lamp is something you use to guide yourself in the dark. "Be lamps unto yourselves" means be your own master, be your own lamp. Don't believe something because your hero, your teacher, or even Buddha himself said it. Look for yourself. See for yourself, with your own eyes. "Be lamps unto yourselves" is another way of saying "Question authority".

edit: I found some interesting Brad Warner lectures on youtube:
BAYUP

The Game

The Game is this:
Whenever you Think about the game you've lost the game.
When you lose you have to say "Oh no, I just lost the game!".
Then try and forget about it til you lose again.
Playing continues forever.

I disavow all I've ever written and move on.

Pebbledash man's liberation...

This is about 'pebbledash man's' soul deforestation, his mental constipation. Slightly cliched and stating the obvious perhaps. Meh these things have to be said...


On his mind WW2 aviation
and the growing rate of immigration.
Living his life in incubation,
bombarded by corporate sublimination.
Unable to see past his indoctrination,
always seeking cheap gratification.
He wallows in ikea vegetation
only dimly aware of the suffocation.
Surviving on the brink of liquidation,
his life a catalogue of manipulation.
He suffers the ultimate degradation,
writhing, like some jaded bukkake victim,
in a puddle of his own ejaculation.

Turn off the TV
We'll build an internet nation.
Don't take their medication
It's just mass hallucination.

He meets a girl with gypsy vibrations
and they rise in ecstatic copulation.
In the midst of herbal inspiration
he feels some Divine percolation.
Waves of tremulation.
Mystic vibrations.
This psychedelic levitation
opens a path of liberation.
He plugs in to his imagination
and learns the art of conversation.
Through meta-morphing realisation
he comes to a psychic integration.

Turn off the TV
We'll build an internet nation.
Don't take their medication
It's just mass hallucination.