Everywhere Everything (day 138)

Has society always been this hurt?
Everywhere I look there are lost lovers
Fragmented dreams
And lost memories swimming somewhere in between

Maybe we should be free
Love everything with adolescent joy
Scrambling over fences to find whats behind
Scraping our knees into time

If then we should see
With eyes larger than experience
How then would we transform?
I walk, and everything goes through my heart

Lost is For Good (day 137)

Lost lovers and lost sinners
Remind me of death
Accept it and rage it
Decide to eat it alive

It’ll set you not forward
If you take it to heart
It’ll teach you to crawl
If understand it you try

Wail out a beat given lonely
Narrate a poem long and comely
Never sit down in style
With past; long, gone, and well

Distress Signals (day 136)

Cannot I lift you
With the words that I speak?
Cannot I hear you
With the ears that I append?
Cannot I see you
With the eyes that I focus?
Cannot I feel you
With the hands that I extend?

When will I know
About the weight of my words?
When will I learn
About the error in my ways?
When will I feel
About the lost lovers night?
When will I remember
About the battle of my days?

Little Black Marks (day 134)

A torn emotion
Straight from the heart
Leaves little black marks
Where it once had its start

One more time
It has been there and gone
One more lover
Has played their last pawn

To many useless
Promises come and go
Left for an encounter
For the wind to let blow

But alas!
I shall not give in
This blundering baboon
Forever within

Forever in The End (day 121)

A line begins
But a line must end
So shall sun
So shall the wind

But love that curls
And love that whirls
Should make thou smile
Under all that’s else

I want you happy
If it means I’m sad
I want your worries
In a far off land

Then you couldn’t frown
Or bend that soft brow
With troubles far away
Many a long gone day

It shall never be changed
My sturdy feet I have
I’ll be here forever
Till you’ve found your strength

One day, my lover
One day shall soon
Call upon each other
To bend around the moon

And in this day
At this day of judgement
We’ll only ask ourselves
Did I follow my heart?

Pleasing (day 120)

Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others

Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold

What I Need (day 119)

I don’t need a friend
I don’t need a mother
I don’t need a car
I don’t need a lover
I don’t need a sister
I don’t need a brother
I don’t need a shoe
I don’t need a nother
I don’t need a house
I don’t need a player
I don’t need a roof
I don’t need a dinner
I don’t need a mind
I don’t need a helper
I don’t need a soul
I don’t need a savior
I don’t need a bike
I don’t need a computer
I don’t need a airplane
I don’t need a traveler
I don’t need a suitcase
I don’t need a prayer
I don’t need a garden
I don’t need a teacher
I don’t need a way
I don’t need a answer
I don’t need a goal

I just need us
And that’s the truth.

No (day 117)

No, I’m not waiting
I’m not sitting here anymore
Like I’ve sat so long already
Waiting for a day to come
That’s probably already passed
I can’t think you’ll return
I can’t think it wasn’t bad
I’ve got to hold my hand out
Catch a cup full of rain water
Drink it with my blood: so hot
Drink it with my life: forgot

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