"Folly" by Joe Zanghi

FOLLY
So what was your biggest folly?
Mine? I’m too embarrassed to ever tell…
I just hope they don’t show the video.
And by the way, was it a folly to come to Tokyo—so many years ago?
And if we hadn’t, where would each of us be now?
We can wonder, but we’ll never know…

Was it a folly to have let—
To have let—the one—the one that got away? To let them go?
I don’t like to look back much—all it does is make me sigh.
All it does is make me cry.

When was your last sexual indiscretion?
It doesn’t matter, just as long—just as long as you don’t get caught.
And if you DO get caught, DENY, DENY, DENY!
(Even if you caught in bed… with a penguin underneath)
Keep insisting: “You know, in this world, everyone has a double.
So you see, it wasn’t me.”

Some secrets you just have live—and die—with.
Secrets hang out in the shadows
They hang out with you like troublesome friends, herpes or worse…
These secrets are contrary to Milarepa’s words:
“My religion is to live and die without regrets.”
Nice try, Milarepa, you ancient Tibetan mystic. (1052–1135 C.E.)

So what rash thing have you done recently?
Did you bet on the wrong horse?
Did you double your bet when you should have folded your cards?
Did you say something when you should have kept your mouth shut?
The question is: how long will you have to pay for your folly?
Will it be just 24 hours, and not costing you a dime?
Or will you have to pay for it… for a lifetime?

So you made a mistake—a blunder, a bungle, a flub, a goof, a howler
Caused by a lapse in judgment
Caused by the gray matter between the ears—a mind fart
They say: to err is to be human, okay, so now what?

Look at the big picture, just look around
Insanity abounds!
The lunacy the religion
The madness of war
The absurdity—the inanity—the senselessness of it all.
We are told to believe,
But most of it is just fake.

I suppose my point is (and back the Milarepa’s words):
“My religion is to live and die without regrets.”
Maybe Milarepa’s religion ain’t all crap:
Living life not having to ask yourself,
“What the fuck have I done now?”

And later, when it’s time to look back,
Not having to ask yourself,
“Why the fuck did I ever do that?”

Indeed, it would be ideal
To live each day
and die….
without
regrets.

"One day suddenly" - by Ivy C. Machida

One day when the sky was all ablaze
With the shimmering glow of the setting sun
A thundering jet screeched across the void -
Shattering the stillness
Tearing at my heartstrings
Thrusting asunder
The sacred bonds and ties
I've so painstakingly kept intact.

Like an unseen presence
From a distant past
A glimmer of the memory bag whisked by
Trailing the fast-fading roar
Across the far horizon
Shedding a flurry of dust
A million specks of flickering flakes
Filling all the air with a misty haze -

I lifted my arm
To unfurl the locked-in memories
Scattering them mid-air
Mingling with the flying wind -
I raised my eyes - and behold!
The wind was gone with the lingering strands -
The sinking sun lit up the barren skies
And swept into darkness what once had been.

When night is done and dawn's soft light
Begins to burst in strength and thrust in time -
Ferry me to your heights sublime
To harness the secrets of a new-born day.

Stars

I wait until I break into one million pieces
Head to the sun
That perfect moment together alone

Beds are like glasses
I hate them half empty
That sadness in the cold marrow

You want the bomb
You know, the big one
So you can see god

I want to break into pieces
In a desert
Join the expanding starlight

We want it all now, trucks of it
Gold and silvery, shiny and bejewelled
Stick it all on a dildo, put it in our ass

I say "fuck you" I feel like the moon
Lonely with a dark side
Your voice is a glass bell of light

There is misery soup for sale
Piss in it, give it the poor
Spiral galaxies await us

Jesus comes back
Sees all the crosses on filthy necks
That'll cheer him up, haha!

The fashion bisexual
I know I'm Bi guy
I just don't like cock

The guns pile up up
While the hungry eat trash
And we smile and live

I want to explode with stars
I want my universal dust to mingle
With the histories we so easily ignore

In space
Out in space
The warmth of the cold on my dust
Bones gone
Bones all gone
Find me then
Find me there
Promise
Love in the stars
Another day
Yet another day.

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