Ray Quesada Poems

Life is funny; so are jokes
life's seasons come like clouds of smoke
some clouds are white, and some are black
some folks shoot dope, and some smoke crack
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Amidst a mist of fleeting memories
I miss the tweeting melodies
Miss greeting the feathered farm orchestras
of happy whistlers in the trees
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Tanker Engines Growl, like
hungry lions -> thirsty
for pain and destruction
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I see ordinary people
pouring in and out of steeples
living ordinary lives
learning ordinary lies
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Buddha said something about Emptiness
The Middle Path's the way i guess
hit the Zen Master back to pass his test
fall in love with your life - forget the rest
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You, in the crowd, Miss,
surrounded by loudness
and smoke
have you ever thought how this
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Smoking marijuana on a kind,
January, Arizona night
Our immature, clever hearts
Both evil and harmless, are cleansed
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And a man in a room can be a caged beast
where Death himself has come 'long to feast
upon his soul, so he's never pleased
And he longs for what? He can't be sure
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Happy energy, human energy, lingers in
the air around the Eastern American Coast
a small beach wedding - black folks -
I witnessed today - sunny, partly
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