I bow in holy gratitude

for what the world
offers me in abundance

abundance is already there
you just have to notice it

you know,
if it’s actually


in gratitude

bowing to this feeling
bowing to the notepad
to the keyboard
this cup
that car
that tree of oxygenation
that building protecting people
from crazy people at night
the harsher earth elements in life

shit, you don’t wanna even
sleep out in the garage

I bow to this current feeling
and consensus
simple as an abacus

bowing in gratitude
for the wilderness
the bewilderment of wilderness
or being bewildered out
in the middle of wilderness

this is how
you make a dog smile

write him a letter

don’t miss it in your lifetime

is your
life fine?

steady beating lifeline

in gratitude

to some random dude
walking and listening to music
on his way to wherever he’s going
some random spot
which will turn out to be
not so random after all

gratitude for solitude
it’s something you just have
to appreciate for it showing up
but let it go its merry way
when it wants

gratitude for aptitude
the ambulance serves as a bell
to bring you back to yourself
360 degrees of yourself in 3D

dimensional prevention
it’s like this
it’s like it’s with this
last chances
pick pockets with
your thoughts
in their pockets
head nods
ram rods
Cape Cod
flier for missing dog

in gratitude

keep trying
keep training
your positive thought train
to react


it is a matter
of identifying where
I want to go and
trusting that a spiritual
thirst can be quenched

in gratitude

to these socks
I begin to
slide onto my feet

trust the warmth

when you’re young
they ask you to choose
your profession when
you’re busy being five

I struggle against falling asleep
until it wins
I try to be as stern as possible
I must accomplish some *things* first
don’t always trust the warmth

you want to transform
your dwelling spot into a
holy abode of conscious awareness
and love
you work from the inside
until you reach the outside


This is the next part. The next part of the day. We like to call it night time. This makes it anti-day, without the sun, but the sun is shining on the other side. There’s more than one side. Don’t be selfish. Interviews with Bill Murray are hella interesting. It seems late in the evening. It’s only 8 o’clock. Just woke a bit ago, with sniffles. It was a long fucking nap. I can do what I want. Work was fucking dumb. There are so many dumb people. My god, if God exists in that tangible sort of way people like to push, you’d think he’d put some smarter people down on the surface of his creation, or what some think the crime of humanity is that it turns on itself, poisons itself, kills itself. Work was fucking dumb.

I’m speaking Greek to some. My gratitude is for past, present, and futureā€”to get me some. When I ask you to get me a glass of water, I also want you to get yourself some. I’m speaking Greek and I’m not really even from DC, in the ultimate sense. DC and I had to deal with each other, and we’re still both afloat, in some… sense…

The death toll rises as I rise out of bed, to brush my teeth, while they’re scrubbing blood from the floors in Ecuador.

Everyone is dumb, somewhere. There are dumb people everywhere. They want to jump out at you in traffic. Dumb people create traffic. I don’t mean all traffic always. When’s the last time you’ve seen a drunk ass procession of ants marching to the next discovery? Those fuckers are organized. Those fuckers are organized. Those fuckers are organized.

Grateful for those who grated on my nerves, and the silence I would get to afterwards. When you’re done speaking, I need to go take a shower, and forget about some things.

Finding a place to sit down in the light rain, a quiet invaded by the sounds of the city they only wish they could sustain. Silence reigns supreme and makes people uncomfortable.

Grateful for the uprising. Flip a cop car over. Burn your mayor. Baby steps of breath. One. Two. One. Two. One. Two.

Finding my way back.

So I’m coming back to consciousness because I fell under an object that felt like a table but was probably the hull of a UFO hovering over the corn crops scooping up the children of the corn.

Categorized as Poetry Tagged

By bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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