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?

The Gift (day 135)

Squabbling Quibian!
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?

How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see

A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?

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

Glue (day 132)

Inner itch that plays to no ones fiddle
Game long started, yet to finish
Found the tires flat, found the pencil dull
Found the motivation deep inside
Crawling around like honeycomb bees
Searching endlessly for a uncovered secret
Society, creeping deathly in

Florescent tie died loose fitting clothes
Counter balanced with extra large purse
Flown away with sweet smells of incense
Memories that glow with remembrance
A melody that fades away the further gone
The night the smoothly unravels
Anticipation slowly fades in focus