Senses alert
Consideration
Outwards is inwards
Author: ned
How Do You Like My Red Sweater, Mama? (day 860)
I told you mother I’m really not in the mood to be talking about it
It’s been on my mind and bothering me for a few weeks now
And we’ve discussed all the options
I haven’t come to any conclusions about it and I’m really not sure what to do
I know that you would love to help me
But mother, I end up getting excited and upset when we carry on this way
You just shake your head after you know it all and judge me
It always just turns into you telling me you told me so
That you have brought me up better than this
And I just can’t take that right now
Mama, I love you.
How do you like my red sweater, mama?
My Stop (day 859)
This is not my stop
This is not where I’m getting off
I have not become lost
But I was just reading
The daily news
And became fascinated
With the going-ons
After which I noticed
You sitting there
With a weird glare
Just like a stare
Which as you can see
Has confused me
As I wait here now
For my right stop
Shines Deeply (day 858)
Shouldn’t you be alive on the banks
Arm in arm with a damsel who thinks
The world shines deeply out from your heart
And from here, every breath gives her a start
Take time, tarry a while and give thanks
Subterranean Mind (day 857)
Mind the laugh that cripples pride
Vertical energy lines capturing
Oscillating reverberations
Reflecting off the inner walls of
Animosities subterranean
Mind the lanes that sway about
Shaking footsteps flat beneath
Klop klop. Klop klop.
Crippling Romance With Stars (day 856)
I can see the stars when I close my eyes
Time flickers back to a time in space
Where long grass tickled cold toes and exposed shins
Walking lackadaisically over uneven ground
Arm in arm, enjoying the moment fully
Fuzzy groups of dancing nymphs
Flirting with mavens of the night
Desire spreading thick
Anticipating cool morning fog
Loud vibrations floating through nights air..
I can smell the essence there that night
Palpable reckoning, subtle beckoning
Tentative but raw passion driving
It wasn’t infused delusion crippling my senses
It was more romantic than that
Anticipation (day 855)
Separation
Distant footsteps
Rattling keys
Talk With the Devil (day 854)
I had a talk with the devil
Not a flippant small talk talk
A bust your balls
Childhood memories
Throw your heart
Blood on sleeves kinda talk
We got deep
I go back for more tomorrow
Something My Soul Needs (day 853)
Something my soul needs
Not just to touch
Tactillian sensory
But something my soul needs
Eyes drifting into
Long hours again
Just something my soul needs
Not warm roasting coffee
Infusing comfy cottons
But something my soul needs
I’d like something my soul needs
Recollections and Misunderstandings (day 852)
I’ve heard those thoughts waft around before
Not likely reflecting untampered
Recollections filter absent minded memories
Speaking no evil for I hear no evil
And gods of the dance hall tighten their platinum toe straps
Lifting on the One-Two-Three avenue sidewalk
Until I misunderstand requesting minds
I say to my lovers: “I’m all man, I’m all man.”
Then in Hol-e-wood I’m left cement stiff
I’m left because I’m all that’s left