Something Phukingbroke Like A Tsunami In Thailand Poem by Chuy Amante

First there were waves
and the swell intensified
all sucked outward from the inside
no time to swim, let go, no pride,
no where to shine nor place to hide.

Feel~ you are the field, the sky
and all that is
the old the pretty,
strawberries the fleas the kid.

The ME spilled out and went down the drain,
things got good, the end of pain.
Energy is always, all the same,
just love or more love, none to blame.

The light of the Source is our Light too,
it's coded in dna, it's in our brew!
It's us, and we are it too.
Denying design is OK, just leaves you
with half-asleep cousins in the zoo