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

Gumbo (day 130)

A slow pulse that starts deep within
Reduced frequency, increased rumble
A pile of everything laid out to waste
A carrier frequency, pulling up the bass
Landslide that’s raced with all time
Records spinning and twilight winning
The dance isn’t over, the game isn’t begun
The words evermore, the length ever long
And daisies, pulling up from behind.

Fleeting Disarray (day 128)

Sleeping and the dogs
Add weeping willows sight
The burning city streets
Hold everybody tight

“Fare ye, fare ye!”
The young kids yell
Fury and rebellion
Fight through the near hill

Drifting with madness
Screaming with joy
Holding a broomstick
Splashing up a decoy

The madness continues
The designer makes love
The married go fleeting
With the young lovers dreams

Grow (day 124)

Lines and lines and lines of letters
Symbols and lines and dots and loops
I’ve gone to the edge and I’m fighting right back
I’ve listened to this song, but I’ll hear it again
Stubborn, like the cool glaze of the screen
Penetrating my secret confines only words can expell
But smoothly circulating like that gasp of a tree
Last breath expelled, last hurah for the crowd
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a friend here that lets us grow

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?

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.

Rolling (day 118)

It happened together of awe-struck stride
While wheeling together the untied bride
Alone, at last, the house guests blast
And sing in unison, my brave and married son
Call birds, call deer, call your mother near!
Leave doors open for angels to swing
Lovely breezes on untouched wings

And for god sakes man!
Blame not him, it’s simply the plan!
The call for truth was left before
The aim for gain forever more
A bride in stride, a game in play
A whore alone with stained tears
An arm, a leg, a fire brigade
The wheel begins it’s long kept song

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