Solitude (day 245)

Like the uneasy feeling deep inside a cave,
Tiptoes carefully across the thin ice
Leaving it’s little footprints
Imprinted on the windswept expanse
Quickly covered in the seasons of time
Once again lost, without meaning
Without direction from the night stars
Without a helping hand moving forward

Let Us Begin (day 241)

Lament of a lover
Gets lost in the sea
As the islands grow thinner
And the skies to infinity

Grow long, distant lands
Mercy the horizon without grace
Say farewell to familiar clouds
Bid adieu firm soil

My feet no longer tempt
The lonely seas of your pasture
My flowers no longer grow
From the brown brown soil of your fathers land

Still Alone (day 231)

Your love
Frothing at the mouth like an innocent child
Capturing little bits of humanity
In the deep holes of sanity

Innocently proven
Archaic amongst the spellbound
Glistening like the deep cold waters of the full moon
Only shortly lived, disturbed in a quick splash

Go ahead
Run the rivers wild into the jungle deep
Call out crazy like the impossible memories
Green and charming, still alone

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Waste of Time (day 191)

Do you think I’d let your mind roam around
Like the freedom of thought in the darkness?

Awake late at night with the creeks creeping in
A sultry Satan grows tall at this hour

Divine interplay, devise other ways
Don’t walk away from the truth of the matter

Lyrical mythicist, heavenly temptress
My eyes are on you all day through

No matter how long I spend at this daunt
No translucent luminescence is consumed

Which leads me to believe,
In spite all my grief
I’ve needlessly felt and consumed

And I Shall Head Home (day 170)

Reason comes to the surface like an infected pond
Suffocating the life out of dreams and hope
But that’s ok, it’s just a small pond in the circle of life
Bigger fish will come from different ponds

The memory, however, shall remain constant forever
The fun times afloat our two-seater
Rowing slowly around the familiar banks of destiny
Wearing in the good spots of weathered wear

The boat it can sink, but I surely can swim
The fish it can run, but I surely can reel
The oars they can break, but surely I can then kick
But if, upon the banks where I stand
I should see such a torment dark seas that do bring
I shall pack up my oils, wear my wellingtons proudly
And head home, till the banks they do clear

Unfinished Business (day 168)

I remember
I hold
I used to sing late at night
I used to hold memories as if they could comfort me

Now I keep telling myself
Whats been has been
No need to forget just move on
No need to wallow just move on
No need to listen just believe

The pieces that once were
Never were

The pieces that have hit the floor
Were never me

Been Looking (day 150)

Where have you been, love?
I’ve been looking around
I’ve seen your last tracks
But never you’re found

I’ve asked friends and family
I’ve asked brothers and sisters
I’ve asked teachers and doctors
I’ve asked long lost lovers

Where have you been, love?
I’ve been looking around
I have memories to build here
With empty spaces to fill

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