Confused
You could say the least
With the state of affairs
The situation here
The level of ability
The lack of attention
The obvious confusion
Misunderstanding
It’s almost unbearable
But I love him
Month: September 2011
Slow Growth (day 111)
Today is a day
Where I’ve so much to do
Yet today is a day
That I don’t want to move
I’ve got a big list
I see it right here
Yet legs are immobile
And heart is glued
So what do I do
With this day today
A day I’ve got plans
But little of movement
I guess one could say
I’m old growth decay
Slow to move on
But so much I’ve planned
The Day (day 110)
The day of peace
The day of love
The day I see
The day I breathe
The day we have
The day we gather
The day you see
The day you are
The day to smile
The day to share
The day of days
The day of all
Is today
Break in the Day (day 109)
Sun that’s hotter than a well used oven
With young faces that are nervously wonderin’
Alerted by the slightest disturbance
But me, I still look for an empty corner
Away from the clamoring multitudes over
My fate sits fixed as is my countenance
Waiting sit I as I wander nearer
Playing with the time waiting for the bearer
Maybe we all feel this sustenance
A Cold Embrace (day 108)
A half moon arcs
Swaying deeply in the dark lit sky
Perhaps it realizes
How high it seems to fly
Never alone
Always sharing those moments of hanging
With all the souls
Shivering in the shade glowing
A Moment (day 107)
Alone
But aside
Closed
But fully exposed
Lamenting open faced bloodclots that leave traces of un-kept struggles
But in the end
In the very end of all days
…
Dreaming
Do you see?
Eyes
Fully open
But glossed over with that far away look of a day dreamer
And in the end
Solid park benches
…
Devil Dances (day 106)
To lie into yourself
Pleases no one
Specifically
When fighting tears
The love
It wont please you
Lost in restless fears
Anxiety ridden
Devil dances
Falling forth
With unfilled jibberish
Otherwise known as
The love
So love
Sometimes (day 105)
Occasionally
I fall into a bliss
Or maybe not quite serene
But focused at any rate
A time filled with desire
Loss for right and wrong
Just an image
That fills my countenance
Nothing but direction
Goals
An end is always inevitable
But like all emotions
Like all movements
Who knows when it too shall end
Peace (day 104)
A peace fell over
The laundered land
Streaked with turmoil
And sun dried rain
Dust rolled
Laundry lines sagged
But blew fruitless
Like weather over land
Omens (day 103)
Omens come
Omens go
Take them once
Take them all
Never give up
Never throw in
Never forget
Never they stop
There is no picking
There is no choosing
Eyes open
Eyes closed
One mind
One soul
One search
One goal