Twisted Regrowth (day 60)

Callused hands retire the nails
Deep within the stones
Breaking bricks with mortar encrusted
Lifeless disdain

Truth! Let it last forever
Let if flow from the origins
Through the fields of glassy cotton
Past the trees, grandeur in size

Given time the growth shall rupture
the pin pricked stones
Covering all ground with divine grace
Seeping sin like blood transfusions

Alas the truth it envisions
A new look, upon the dry bones
Capturing every bit of dead skin
The growth shall offer: forever bliss

A Perfect Sin (day 59)

Today has been a day of love
A day of passing and of ever lasting
Today has been a day to record
All I’ve thought of, all that’s passed

I’ve been to the moon,
And I’ve sailed right back
I’ve followed a star
As it raced through the sky

Today I lost a little letter
That read like vanilla upon smooth silk
It fell between the whispered promises
That left a stain on glittered premises

I’ve held onto sympathetic angels
But like grasping at air
I’ve witnessed them crashing
As I’ve called out their names

Today I threaded with the devil’s needle
It felt like I sinned
Today I couldn’t help smiling
I’ve lived a little, and boy it sure feels good.

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

Crazy With Company (day 53)

Alone at last
It’s been to long
I’ve waited all these years

I found your shoes
Under the bed
One lace a little long

Could you please pass
Over to me
The last half grilled cheese please

If it weren’t loud
And stuffy here
We’d spin records and dance

But for now, dear
We will make due
With stilettos and pie!