There is no perfection in Samsara
Just struggling daily life
My son eats with his friends
I wait. Yes, I wait.

Gratitude for food
And the oil change.
A little look ahead
Destiny, not Fate.

     something radiates

I've been writing for about 10 years
What have I discovered?
The poetry of place
I still miss my mother

Struggling daily life
A break from inner pain
A woman not my wife
Salamanca, Spain

         Downbound Train.

My Ninth Brain

       Well I’ve procrastinated and
I’ve wept many of tears
I’ve dealt with it now literally
Almost for a good 15 years

It’s really just common sense
But it’s a manipulation of words
The phrases and ways of questioning
The creators are turds

Most of the stuff isn’t for me
There’s not a lot pertaining
I think it’s just how they avoid boredom
For them it’s entertaining

I’m getting certified for things I
Know Nothing about or need
I never retain the information
And the videos make my ears bleed

My employer is like a Master
Making me jump through hoops
It’s your typical micro management
It’s how they manage the troops

It’s like pulling teeth no lie
An agonizing throbbing pain
I dread getting on my laptop
To engage in My Ninth Brain

Written By:Charles Kean
05/28/2025

Stitches in my mouth
Blood and chocolate
My teeth on a string
Spitting blood

Everything I bite turns to red velvet
Paying in blood
For old ways to make it through the night
Infected wounds
Digging in the dirt
To take out the trash

Stitched back up
Like my stuffed support animal
Having to behave
No drinking

Just suffering, cleaning
Sitting in the noise
Always something happening
Distracting

Dealing with everything
Hanging by a thread
It’s not holding
Falling

It’s not working well
Holding on
Without drinking
And only eating
Red velvet

Rotting food and rotting children
The rot of the heart
And decomposition of spirit
The oxidation of conscience
Microbes consume us
If there are rotting children
In the world
It is because spirit is starving
For a solution
That is beyond itself