Eloped Transition (day 57)

The rush of tides follow my lines
Follow my gaze forward in time
The grand vision of eloped transition
Carries me forward without delay
Holding up my socks; I’ll be ok
I trust her, I believe in her
I’ll be ok, if I could only trust myself

A Lust (day 43)

Romance calls from beyond the lines
Hidden beneath the layers of cool
Inescapable within conversation
But avoidable in the connection

Days they roll on in contempt distractions
Avoiding the questions for the presence in mind
Clearly browsing the shelves distracted
Without a sign of wanting ever after

Just a Lucky Fruit Basket (day 21)

A bliss of serene beauty
Floats on through the fruit isle
Making her way past
Mangoes, apples, and nectarines
Stopping to selectively select
One lucky banana
To grace her green basket
Expertly balanced
With succulent delicacies

Ahoy! Not the chicken breasts!
No, they are much too expensive
There’s a much better deal
On the value priced pork pack
It’s a little bit much, I know
For one tiny girl to consume
So I will not advise you
You’re choice, I’m sure, will bake well
With those sweet potatoes you’ve got

I can’t help but notice
You’ve chosen the bulk food section
It’s my favorite part here
Of this massive grocer
The selection is weak
But still, enough to excite
Although your dried cranberries
Make me wonder about you
I’d much prefer the chocolate covered peanuts myself

I agree with you totally
Balsamic vinegar is essential
For most any dish made
For that right bit of flavor
I tend to try it
When my food feels dry
Maybe a bad habit
For me to carry on
But I like that you like it, it’s made my day

Slowly, Please Not Fast (day 12)

Slowly, baby. Please don’t make it go so fast
I’m enjoying the cool breeze roll through my sleeve
I like the sun staying there in the sky
Don’t hold up that light today, it’s a slow ride home

Please, baby. Don’t you make my eyes lonely
Make the road never mourn me
I want to feel it roll all night
Thunder, wheels, lights, and wipers

Keep your eyes on the road baby!

Belief (day 8)

There’s times when all’s seeming far
When the sky is nowhere near
The future of forgotten years

There’s a lady without a memory
She spoke her mind to me
Never left me when I’s in need

Them’s was times it’s all I’d need
That caring hand
Come wash me away with sand

And then, in a saddened day of love
She got whisked away that day
Into another’s arms of stone

For me I was left here, left here all alone
Without a second soul
That would never let me go

So then, as I walked away that day
I was left to sit at bay
Wondering, though curious of all my ways

Could you ever listen again
Without your judging hand
And forever on your mind

A Gamble (day 7)

It’s late at night, I can feel the blood running through my body like left over pizza
My ears are piqued, somewhat similar to concerned gophers peeking about for danger
The lights are turned down low, but not nearly low enough for transmission faults
I can feel the soul crushing sound emanating from the four doors of my sedan
and I’m feeling like trouble.

7 o’clock runs through my veins like the trouble I’m meant to be
Ringing of laughter and dreams I can play the movies I know last two hours long
But that’s alright, my judgement’s impaired with the fresh smell of a falling sun
It’s an amazing day turned amazing night, lovers are high with sinister anticipation
and I’m looking for trouble.

Epic & Raw (day 1)

I saunter carelessly along
Foolishly grasping breath
Ignoring grins that seem too long
Madly in love with the music above
But too, not now, it’s you

A grip; sweaty. clammy
Clearly heated but determined
There shall not be a rousing interest
Shake the leather-ed look

Grasping grains and falling straws
Do all but hold up
Falling linens

Once were draped
In epic goodness

Now below as epic rawness