No Jins Poem by Butch Decatoria

No smoke but greys
No wish to make
No want or need
No lust or addiction to feed

No pining, yearning or coveting
No romancing or desires metric
No Shakespearean theatrics
No actors or pretenders
No hysterics

No human mistaken for an excuse
No worry or stench of consumption's refuse
It's no use

No wars without
Make peace within
No wish upon stars all over again
No dreaming of "things"
Of crowns or nine clouds
To reach
No truth or lovely lives beloved
Therefore no one preach but teach
How to rise above
No worship but peacefully

In the light or after
In life
Swings
chandeliers
Rafters
Live it loudly - no mutes
Speak
No hate

No wish for life
Perfectly lived
No human to stain or brains
Mistaken
No wishes to Jin ever makes
The self awareness of self made
Men
No smoke or lamp
No Jin or lies
No soul can fly if by chance
Afraid

No fear or sleep
No tears of sheep no kraken
But we who love
And mind all life
awaken
No wish to make
No smoke no Jin no lives to take.
No faking it on Sunday
Or everyday
Until you make it
Peace be and
Namaste.