Let Them Down (day 2712)

When we’re told we’re not ok
Let them down
When we’re told another way
Let them down
When we’re told we’re not enough
Let them down
When we’re told to stay away
Let them down
When we’re told to be different
Let them down
When we’re told to smile
Let them down
When we’re told to buy more
Let them down
When we’re told to be brave
Let them down
When we’re told to find peace
Let them down
When we’re told to call again
Let them down
When we’re told to sign up
Let them down
When we’re told to follow
Let them down
When we’re told to be advised
Let them down
When we’re told to be ourselves
Let them down
When we’re gone
Let them down

Shoreline (day 2706)

There were motions that took me far away
A seaside that had me lost deep in time
For I knew there was an answer I’d yet to hear.

I cried and I cried yet there came not a sound
Once what had driven me to stand so proud
With a lesson I had learnt but had not yet changed my ways for.

Can you give me your truth in Providence
Stars that align, suns that remain,
There could be a vision and my eyes are blurred of everything near.

When was the last time I dimmed lights and sang
Forever seems like such a shallow excuse
Broken down and believing in so much more, I whispered here upon the Northern Shore.

Sing to me Ocean, sing me a song
Play with me every violin I’ve done wrong
Feel for me with your distance, no, I’ve never been here, never been here before.

As my eyes close I hold you up.
As my heart dies so goes my soul.
At my window I see no more, no more.
Along the shore I go, no more, no more.

Unceremoniously (day 2696)

It is not a fair game for you
Hearts bleed unceremoniously
Destruction forever forcing you
Oppression unannounced
While you are wondering why you?
“Why must our people feel this?”
“Why has this been for me?”
“Why can the others not see?”
“Who is here for me?”
Though many know what life is for you
Though your people value you
The world forgets you
Telling you silently
No place is safe for you
For your bloodline spills unceremoniously
Though fires flood each embankment
Left, blowing over you
Calling out your named ancestors
Forever running after you
Filling your chest with empowerment
With a fair game for you with you.

~ written for the oppressed peoples of the world

Big Speak (day 2663)

Apathy ranked high
In a list of long morals
That ruled the Big Speak’s ritualistic world
Visions confused as actions
Daylight confused as laughter
Dogs barking at parked cars
That swam away in a sea of surfboards.
The mothers cried
But held their tongue
For their culture had been shifted
Into bravery, brutish endurance
Ending in self-righteousness
So tightened by affirmations
Conflicting with daylight savings
While observing from a park bench.
But don’t tell lonely
For the Big Speak’s confused
That rhetoric means engagement
And slaughter means community.

Dusting Ferns (day 2633)

Walking hides my feelings,
Like a good turn on the wrong road.
I’ve shaven all my eyebrows clean
And recited fifteen lines of poetry
From Edgar Allen Poe;
So I don’t lie here alone
As dusk settles
I lie here with Gothic mansions
And morbid expressions
Upon cobblestone roads
And lampposts casting awkward glances.
Faint sounds infiltrate
My active imagination
Leaving goosebumps
Chanting spell bound rhythms
Into my sandy shoes
Lightly dusting the ferns
That play havoc
On the rose of my thought
Exploding into the diary of this pain
I have left behind again.

Overwhelm (day 2620)

This is the feeling of overwhelm:
Two days of rain and projects building up,
Floor bound when flight’s on,
Time to readdress.
This short story takes turns
Down a windy road
With frequent signs of introspection
No matter how many steps to the top.
Self imposed time crunch
Rehearses for none
Though all week long there’s been impending stops
Leaking through the roof.
How frequent doth thou mind relook
Over building plans and agreed terms,
Dollar signs and debits.
And when nighttime comes,
Hard day’s toil leaves sleep slow
When the cold wind blows ever nearer
The open window of deception.

Curious (day 2616)

I’m exhausted underneath
I didn’t expect the gambler
Here I am, an empty hand
Plans for regrowth
For blossoms, for extreme divinity
Reigning down upon the grounds.
I have let grow such vigor,
Wild abandon, wilderness.
I have put it upon the ground,
Walked back ten paces,
Stood aside, silenced myself
And begun to observe
With the patience of a snake
How curious it all looks from here.