Author: K. Samways

Constant observer. Ad hoc responder.

Unlucky

Good luck is non transferable –
even by charm.

Bad luck, on the other hand,
is completely sharable –
it’s cause for alarm!

Our addiction to misery
increases our suffering
our willingness to spread sorrow
keeps our happiness buffering

We exhaust our good karma
and make few more good effects
ostensibly wasting
what little time we have left

Action and effect,
so easy to contemplate
moment by moment
evidence reveals our fate
seems silly to hesitate
we don’t have the time to wait

Running always to our suffering
with attachment our choking leash
inappropriate attention manifesting
the nonsensical stories we must cease
for karmic seeds mix with these delusions
and quickly appear intense pain
prompting us to commit the same!
with familiarity our curse,
and self-cherishing our bane

We must break the uncontrolled cycle
with continuous purification
and a strong determination
to realize our destiny,
this karmic mind chemistry

Otherwise we will continue to suffer
unluckily, again and again
by our own hand
while we keep blaming others

Tags actions and their effects, anger, bad luck, buddhist poet, Buddhist Poetry, cause and effect, Friday the 13th, Good Fortune, good luck, karma, lucky, negative karma, poem, Poetry, reality, responsibility, unlucky

Poetry

Precipitation

Spring rain washes ‘way
last year’s odd residuals
feelings that won’t stay

Tags buddhist poet, canadian writer, changing seasons, death, discrimination, emptiness, feeling, haiku, Impermanence, poem, Poetry, seasons, short poem, spring

humour Poetry

Problems with insert starsign of choice

Post author By K. Samways
Post date March 11, 2026
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You all are a bunch of
schizophrenic indecisive
enigmatic selfish hungry
insatiable unbalanced
malacting and cunning
idiotic, serious, rarely funny
absent humour, feigning grace
with your sloppy lies and messy place
completely missing the point
can’t handle booze or joint
dazed by your own reflection
beating Gemini’s narcissistic cares
obsessed with non-existent principles
confused why your vision’s not shared
victims of your own making!
at every opportunity, flaking!
discovered again and again faking!
When will you learn?
When will you stop blaming?
The world cannot gaslight your dreams
they are too impermanent it seems
you name your self-sabotage treason
and find yourself standing alone
rotting on your psychic throne
but when you’re proved wrong again
no responsibility is dared to be taken!
I hate to write and post this rant
but my mind is maddened with this chant
I know for this appearance I’ve created cause
so I say: can we just PAUSE
our delusions feel real and so we blame
instead of realizing we’re the same
water into water, madness into madness
air into air, you’re filled with sadness
name your grief and let it go
and build the courage and strength to know
you must open your heart
to the world that wounded you
let your nasty feelings depart
so you can be better too

Tags air signs suck, astrology, balance, blame, dis track, friendship, humour, humour poem, I'm sad, it's about libras, libras, poem, Poetry, relationships, roast, scales, schizophrenia, why are you all so difficult, you should be better than this

Poetry

Rivulet

How many times can I be
ripped open and restuffed
before the fabric can’t be resewn
before there is no thread to stitch
before I can’t be mended

How many times can a friendship break
before it must be ended

Tags attachment, creative writing, delusions, dependent relationship, difficulty, friendship, mental health, poem, Poetry, relationship, schizophrenia

Poetry

Just stop

Step back
Take a breath
Open your heart
Put down your phone

Tags acrostic, addiction, breathe, creative writing, just stop, mental health, message, poem, Poetry, short poem, stop

Poetry

grateful lament

I cannot complain when I know the cause
I cannot point finger as I’m to blame
there’s no why me with the reasons clear
beyond this time and place and name

I’ve been a stupid man countless times over
I’ve been a dumb boy, many times round
I’ve appeared the greater sex and his enjoyments
now I suffer for all his fun found

Now I’m cursed with monthly lashings
poisoned body and mind, inside and out
miserable in cycles uncontrollable
happy with confidence, then mean and full of doubt

Yet to my male lives I am indebted
for I still stand here, blessed and rare
female and peaceful, lacking will to war
while unattached for others I care

Though I live in pain’s dull embrace
thanks to the men in mirrors faced
Bernhard, Kafka, Thoreau, all others
they laid the plans, now I’ll escape

Having met Dharma in this lifetime
is my pure and saving grace
with faith and steadfastness I practice
to make some meaning of this place

Tags buddhist, complaint, creative writing, cycle of suffering, female poet, lament, ordinary existence, poem, Poetry, rebirth, renunciation, responsibility, samsara, woman writer

Buddhism Saturday Expressions Visual Artwork

Dawn breaks behind Death & other paintings

Post author By K. Samways
Post date March 7, 2026
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A collection of skulls & such –
Death & Impermanence in ink & watercolour

I will definitely die. There is no way to prevent my body from finally decaying. Day by day, moment by moment, my life is slipping away. I have no idea when I will die; the time of death is completely uncertain. Many young people die before their parents, some die the moment they are born – there is no certainty in this world. Furthermore, there are so many causes of untimely death. The lives of many strong and healthy people are destroyed by accidents. There is no guarantee that I will not die today.

Geshe Kelsang Gyatso, The New Meditation Handbook

Tags Buddhist artist, creative artist, death, emotive art, experimental, feeling, grim reaper, Impermanence, ink, mortal, painting, rebirth, samsara, Saturday Expressions, skull, skull painting, water colour

questions

Question 8

What did I get myself into? 10.19.21

Tags 2021, adventure, choices, life, personal, question, question 8, questions

Photography Thirsty Thursday Visual Artwork

Purgatory & Other Watercolour Paintings

Post author By K. Samways
Post date March 5, 2026
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A small collection of water colour pieces

Purgatory, a short poem

At first! A relief in the shift
this change of suffering
feels like bliss
the release of a burden lifted
But alas! I am still trapped
this leash of attachment
kept me stuck
and now I must adapt
to a different life, a familiar name
and the same shit strife
it’s karma
and I’m hooked again!

All for sale; $25; inquire by contact; pick-up only

Tags artwork, attachment, catholic afterlife, creative, gouache, painting, Poetry, portrait, portrait painting, rebirth, short poem, small paintings, stuck, Thirsty Thursday, watercolour

Poetry questions

Is poetry the answer?

Poetry is the answer to the question, how can words become art? Or, how can art be made of words?

Poetry is an answer to the soul’s calling. What is the soul calling for? The soul calls for meaning and meaning can only be found beyond words. But words become a vehicle to deliver the path and the path is symbolic.

Poetry is the answer to the overwhelm of emotion. The overflow of feeling is transferred metaphysically from a mental place to a physical form which can be shared and understood throughout time and space.

Poetry is the answer to the question, what is magic? Who is the muse? Where is love? How can we be free?

Poetry releases me.

Tags answer, defining poetry, meaning of life, meaning of poetry, poem, poet, Poetry, speaker, spontaneous overflow of emotion, wordsworth, writer