Buddah bummer
i had a vision of ol' Sid today
you know, Buddah?
he told me 'bout dharma
and the eight ways
5 i had the vision while i slept
so, when i woke up
it almost left me
like dreamt wisdoms often do
but i dove after it
10 straight
down
my
spiritual
15
sink
and caught it hiding behind some emotional waste
floating around in my psychic sewer
20
i brought it up
& it brought me down
so i wrapped myself in orange and took
barefoot to the streets - juggling sutras and
25 mantras and strange buddist chants, tapping my
bowl to the rythm - OM
finally! i was going m a d !
i sat by a tree, like ol' Sid did, and spun my
bowl one final time *sound of singing-bowl*
30 i
don't want to see
what you do
don't want to hear
what you're lyin 'bout today
35 do'nt want to be touched
if there is no emotion
then someone came - and one called another
and soon they were many faces staring
one stepped forward - they all wanted him to
40 i'm sure
and opened my eyes
"COME ON! SEE!"
but i closed them again
shook my head a silent 'no'
45 he tried again
and i closed them
seeing this, more people joined
and again! now they forced them open
i forced them shut
50 angry now they attached cold metal claws
to my eyes
and ripped them open!
and
reality
55 flooded
in. . .
Man skal have tid til at læse dine digte, fordi du skriver på engelsk, men jeg kan godt se de vil være svære at oversætte...WOW de er dybe.
Sådan en profetiolisme i dine digt..... 
Hilsen Shamanen
Beautiful.