Forever I walk as lonely gales
Blow against my heart
And sin and passion and ruthless desire
Shocked against pure pressure
Foot for foot I walk the line
That brings on changing weather
So who, but I, am fit to take
This step into abandon
Category: poem a day
As It Lasts (day 904)
As it lasts
We filled our souls
With what we had begun
A lovers embrace
Entangled trace
Eyes yet woke this day
Smell of skin
Lovers scent
Infused my hearts desire
Passion here
In warmth’s embrace
As a lover and I begin
Acceptance (day 903)
I am not the victim
Left hopeless in a pool of filth and inert shame
Wrong-doing receiver
Sad story and bitter ending
I am not the sufferer
Helplessly alone
Victim of circumstance
Aimless desires
I am not the casual
Random associations
Uninterestingly passive
Head down and walking
I am not the sober
Outcast
Big eyes and wide mouth
Annoyed
I am not yesterday
A lost wish
Crimson sunset
Or memories
I am acceptance
Television (day 902)
Flickering madness
Think tanks
Bloated and clicking
Well Worn Booths (day 901)
I was at the market
Surfing along well worn booths
Passing by idle buskers
Thumbing old good luck charms
Worn away
Here I smelled service
The toils of seven generations
Sweating in the fields
Sending wives to sell
Gnarled stone washed fingers
It is romantic
Startling romance amongst
Brutal ages
Suffering humbly
Expressive humility
And at night
Late at night when
Stray dogs find moving shadows
I wonder who
Sleeps more peaceful
Dispelled Legions (day 900)
Legions of piping bands
Tunics bedazzled with
Ten foot peacock feathers
Rubies hemmed with gold
Chin straps and rosy lips
While out of breath
Gasping for breath
Left right left
Left right left
To the tune of ancient mariners
Ramshackled by a recent gale
Lonely and bygone
But strapped with infinite hope
Discovering smiles
On passing children
Who stop and stare
Slack jawed and dreaming
Holding mother’s pant leg close
And the song chirps loudly
As all of us dream
Focused determination spreads
About each members mane
They walk the fine line
Between 7th and Fraser
15th and Vine
On past these streets
In a cold autumn breeze
Biting into saturated spectators
With empty bottles of hot chocolate
Rattling along with cold children
And dispelled souvenirs
Shallow (day 899)
New age heroes backtracking my history
Plunging my knowledge into depths shallow
An abysmal abomination bleeding
Without attention – slowly growing more pale
Shuddering at steps of continual growth
Spiritual connection
Wolf pack howls at the onslaught of night
Quickly scattering the mice and easy game
As midnight blue enters souls of all living
Masking horror forgotten – unexposed
To hungry prowlers let out loose
Given to animality
Contour edges of my heart like madness
Incorporate symbols of vengeance and betrayal
Of once and then lost
Of loose soil – six feet shallow
And layer my justice like skyscraping urbanalities
Because I have no right, no ritual
Dragons Flare (day 898)
Pull together last lights of madness’s laughter
Let lions roar, eagles soar, dragons flare
Left lingering will caution evil’s master
Covering naked sin with melodies gentle subtle layer
And a crying baby reverberating through halls desire
Scraping Elegance (day 897)
Wouldn’t it be worth it
To fly amongst wizards
Scraping elegance
From nearby apple trees
Pressing gladly
Into mirrors of deceit
Running callused fingers
Along loosened hairs
Billowing forgiveness
Between eyes of smoke
Escaping lethargy
That grows stronger
In children of love
Screaming without fear
Naked little babies
Blinded by ignorance
Inbred
There – and lost with madness
Like laughter fading
Into darkest night
Wouldn’t it?
The Back Of the Book (day 896)
Why does the world have to die like this
An endless jaunt through crowded parks
Heartaches that climb up through the heart
Passed by breath from lung to lung
Lumping into salivial glands
Memories that remind innocence
How far time that’s yet to come
Has left them remembering why
An arrow has never remained straight
Lapping at the oceans edge
Each star, remaining a soul
Holding onto an unforgotten memory
Never understood, never accepted
Never wanted and hoped against
Battling with unending tests
I cry for this moment
For this death that whispers to all of us
Screeching to a halt in accidental disarray
I am not a cause for understanding
Victimless and harmless and misunderstood
So remind me of an arching smile
Radiating eyes and hugs that last too long
Leave me remembering what will never again be
Again, a lost answer in the back of the book
A scribbled name in hasty mischief
Tears running below my chin
Death so close I can touch it
A hurt longing for the tips of my toes
The soul hovering
As a chance of love and heartache and an unending story