ache ademia

I love to see your smile

on

and

it seems

that in academia

this place is very strange

full of the grim and distraught,

mistrusting, yet well taught

"be proper and be good"

exploited by these sly under lies

verbiage of sophistication

suffocation of the third eye

worthlessly rambling ego

"me" "my" "mine"

" i i i oh i i i i! "

put in effort

get out A B C D P

following suit

mindlessly grasping

falling wasted,

wasting into forgetting

but it is temporary

thanks for you

be the poetry

of all of everything

maa,

this too shall pass

let me surrender

to the way.

way's way.

Oh

do go

to be

being

sit still some.

some how

some where

where we play

with words

and

poetry

makes

sense

and we

remember

we are:

pure Love.