Spices Of Life

Spices Of Life

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

zen,

and the art of alcohol,

as if both practices are
mutually exclusive in
certain aspects of life,

like this is any kind of deep
and meaningful,

if that can even be achieved
with zen,

or alcohol for that matter,

but the doors can and will
always slide open and closed,

at times opportune and inopportune,

life is exactly that,

minus the zen and the alcohol
but the existential angst can
never, ever be removed,

because the s**t has to be stirred,

must be stirred,

should be stirred,

zen, alcohol and s**t are the
spices of life after all

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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i agree that 'zen, alcohol and s**t are the spices of life after all', isn't there a fine line between what zen and the potential effect alcohol can produce ? i know i feel good, zen-like after a couple glasses of wine. the rest is bullshit. you put that all metaphorically and succinctly.

Posted 12 Years Ago



Always a thoughtful read, I'm digging the philosophical aspects.

Posted 12 Years Ago


this made me laugh AND think...

Without the s**t, we wouldn't be able to appreciate the zen; without the alcohol, we wouldn't be able to appreciate the s**t (laughing)...

Kudos to you for taking some heavy philosophy and shaping it into words that are familiar and palatable to most people.

Posted 12 Years Ago


ew. that's one weird soup we're swimming in brother. Great piece.
Awesomeness driving a burning freight train down an alcoholic zen hill of holy s**t!

Beautiful!
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Posted 12 Years Ago


wonderful work

Posted 12 Years Ago


This one just speaks to me--I am not sure if it is the zen or the alcohol--

Posted 12 Years Ago


yeow.... that swirled to a stop.

obviously this is the meat of the piece:
"if that can even be achieved
with zen,

or alcohol for that matter,

but the doors can and will
always slide open and closed,

at times opportune and inopportune,

life is exactly that,"

the underlying attitude shapes the write, twists it, the abrupt, definitive ending gives it a spank on the rear.


Posted 12 Years Ago



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