I’m scared to understand,
Letting ideas ride deep
Into sleepless nights
And I wonder what ifs.
I don’t let wizards
Paint my low brow dark,
I keep satin stains
Along smirk marks of my face.
I crawl into your yellow marks,
Finishing a day old cigarette
That tastes sour
And makes me upset again.
Counterpose my excellence
Awkwardly adjacent
To a sprinkling good luck,
Nickel and dime water fountain.
I’m going back underground.
Category: frustration
Doors (day 1464)
Coyote, I have a calling
I have no saying
Nothing to relate
To be told what to do
Do you remember where I walked?
What houses I stopped at?
What doors that opened
And which ones you then shut?
Designs (day 1447)
Design my days
Into uninspired dribble,
Show my windows as
Dirty insensibilities.
But alas,
As duties depart
And ideas impart,
My step shall start
To excite my heart.
Saving Grace (day 1441)
Movement arts can break my heart
Shifting me forever more,
Until sun comes to warm my fun
With a source of everlasting.
But even then, in spite my reign,
I spit out glowing embers
That shatter reason and
Break peaceful truths,
Leaving the middle road
A piece of saving grace
I dare not tread to lightly.
Zero and One (day 1434)
I am a number that’s been picked and then released,
Signed and dotted twice and
Sealed strong with our family crest.
This is destiny in the hands of an entrepreneur,
Folding up the corners and
Wrapping tight the family chest.
Watching lights twinkle in a glimmer of urbanized hope,
Shaking off flood water and
Minding the high level mark.
Without a standard ruling system we are all zeros and ones;
Counting guides and shutting eyes
And a program we just press run.
Ashram Day 27 (day 1430)
Here I call out your name
Into our empty guest bedroom;
We’ll never be the same
In the ol’plantation tree.
Listen to these windows
Into each others arms,
Passing through blue sunsets
Mistaken for innocent faith;
Unsuspecting memories
And I’ve drawn out your name.
Fine Wine Dreams (day 1392)
This tap has run dry
Of its fine wine,
Just chips and dip left
On the mantle ledge.
A fire burns elastically,
Transfixing each gaze
Into a myraid of dreams
Slowly edging reality’s edge.
Darkness transcends time
When city streets no longer wind
About fir trees and hemlock,
Mocking life’s cruel new wedge.
Roses with a Name (day 1389)
Lost at home
Inside muddled and laughter
That strangles and whispers
And tickles the tips.
But what of wild roses
That line the garden path?
What makes a heart shine
When all about is hard rain?
Come hither, mad man,
Come into pure mind.
Make out faint lines
Beyond a place called by name.
Catered Driftwood (day 1383)
I paused to reflect on waves
Splashing my reflecting peace.
I knew that twinkling waves
Were unspent thoughts
Still waiting for my fancy.
Yet here I was, clear of thought,
Amongst children thinking it funny
To throw plastic cups in the sea,
Unaware of volunteers
Cleaning her from bow to stern;
Amongst gulls pecking at my toes;
Amidst catered driftwood
Aligned in rows.
Yet my thought was still overwhelmed
By sweet shining sun:
Heavenly as she chose.
And I lay still here
Until memory aligned again with thought,
And the sea was ebb and flow.
Coming Home (day 1375)
I’ve been dreaming of the impossible,
The beyond recognition
And what if space that exists
Just beyond steps yet taken
That flicker in and out while
Casually strolling
Through new segments of old paths.
Perhaps one day my imagination
Will ignite some future,
Just as dusty leather bounds
Kindle my growing passion
For a past life’s great moments.
I nurse territory that breeds unexpected, but it must be lizard brain
That keeps me coming home
To my familiar family
I’ve been carefully crafting,
For I’m still clutching tightly
To my worn jeans and
Lucky tooth necklace.