DamionHamilton

Sitting like A Buddha

I wanna sit down

and be quiet and get to know myself

in silence,

it’s hard to do that

i’ve sat on park benches and tried to understand others, by observing them,

movements, strides, clothing, shapes, skin color and all

but not myself, that’s a lot easier to do, and still impossible

but…

but

to know myself, that takes time and silence

and I’m addicted to alllll this stuff,

sights, sound and noise coming at me

and work… those 40 hours…that paycheck

if I was brave I would quit it alllll

and go towards the isolation road

but I don’t

the world has me in her clutches

and rides me as she pleases

and I forget it all, like a lap dance

Vipassana

The mind searches for little things on breaks at work

it cant be too serious

cute, semi nude picture of a girl on Instagram

crazy funny, texts with a friend about a girlfriend on messenger

I know, I should be more serious

but the mind doesn’t want that

it wants to laugh and smile,

need a break while your feet and back hurt

nothing serious please

no concentration

you don’t want that

some body troll me!!!

call me stupid, an idiot or ugly

in the Instragram comments

lets laugh at the ridiculous news of the day

a small respite from the workday world

squezzing its small noose on your neck

nothing serious please, we are immortal

A Glance From A Woman

Can invigorate me

when I am down

a glance from a woman

can lift my downcast eyes

the glance from a woman

can send a volt of electricity through

my body

the glance from a woman can heal a downcast

eye,

which indicates a lil hope for the downtrodden

and a slice of cake to the idea of beauty to a man

the glance from a woman without even sex

can be all you need

and this rarely happens; for the fear of the longing

of sex in a man,

BUT it is always pleasant when it does.

What Is Within

Everything that you repress

that is with in,

all your anger, jealousy

hatred lust is buried with in

all the times someone hurt you

all the times some one wounded

you, that is with in

when rejected you repressed it when they

repressed you all that is within

and your body does not forget it

it can repress the thing, but never forget it

when, you see a person

in that way, you start to understand them

and that is okay

The Homeless

It seems like there is more of them

and they are getting younger

they need rooms and phone calls

and their cloths are bad and they smell bad

why so many homeless?

I do not know

but I do that I could easily be one of them

their tribe is rarely spoken to

the other classes want to pretend that

the do not exist

and I think about beggars and billionaires

and everyone else

shit isn’t fair i say

and my mind and ego says, “it is not supposed to be.”

The Mountain

i guess most of us dream of the mountain

that perfect mountain we can go to

to get away from the madness of life

the society

the job the traffic the roads

the cars

the noise,

and all that anxiety

and most of us do not have ourselves

for some their is a need to get that

their center, their soul

and all that which is not me

can all fall away

She Called Me Sensitive

After we did our thing, in the bedroom

I am usually rough, nasty and freaky

But after…

I can be lil sensitive, a nice guy

and she looks at me, reading my soul

“back to Mr. Sensitive.”

it caught me by surprise

What can I say to that?

Deny it?

lol

it’s the truth

and I knew she liked her dudes tough

and street, or they pretended to be that way

and i was none of that, but was proud

to be able to read her as she was able to

read me

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