My pride
Ripped from it’s socket
So suddenly
Like the drop of a hammer
With peace
An illusion seeped in history
Fleetingly
Waved about like a wildcard
By those
Beseeching higher powers
For us
Citizens of this fine country
Canada
So much beauty spread wide and far
And yet
So much ugly centralized and clinging
Alehandro Philimistimus Rasumonium the XII (day 760)
The beautiful path in life
Is to divine
An elegance few are born with
Even fewer are born into
But I,
Alehandro Philimistimus Rasumonium the XII
Have both been born with it
And born into it
Watch me as I flap my wings so
Gracefully dive in the shallows
Float along proud and majestic
Understand it is a special moment
When you shall see me float by
Revel in it, consider it lucky
For it will be long before again
You shall sit as I float by
But do not worry with fear
It is I who loves you the most
So fly straight into my heart
Send your wishes unto me
I will grant them all in time
I will share with you all at once
Provide a silent show for your eyes
And I shall float along again
Through the shady overhanging
Willow tree along the edges of the pond
Alehandro can be purchased here.
Timothy Solik-Starkenhauser (day 759)
It is my duty
As I stand here before you
On all four of my legs
To alert you
Of the chance
That there might be
If it were to come to that
A certain plan
In existence
That has a chance to formulate
If the stars align right
A dangerous misgiving
And I being the cautious type
Which we all know I am
For I’ve never mislead you
In all my years as 1st Watch
Strong as my shell
I’m honest like it’s strength
Believe that as a pod
If you take to calling us that
We should cautiously eye
The discusser of plans
Who weaves his vicious web
Amongst and between
This pods close knit peas
And even if it be deemed so
Amongst this pod of such strength
This pod of honest courage
We should seek to cast out
This weaver of plans
This curse of the time
This abominable creature
That has already done
So much damage to our pod
Our once strong pod of grace
And it happens that such
In this honest turtle’s mind
Of the 1st Watch command
Far too much stress
Put upon us by his mess
Has rooted it’s evil
In all our good deeds
Pitted our conscience
Up against our own existence
And now as we gather here
All peas in a pod
We must beware of this evil
We’re slowly realizing
But slow is not the problem
It’s actions that are needed
I know it’s around us
Since I’ve seen it in your eyes
Great, so we understand then?
Timothy can be purchased here.
Infected (day 758)
Your beauty is infectious
Swimming around in my blood
Running through my thoughts
Hinging my smile at the edges
Putting a jump in my step
And I kind of like it
It’s like an amarillo in blossom
Shining in the garden with wide arms
Whispering everything I want to hear
Hands resting on my shoulders
As your lips come closer
Reach out and touch something
Then I smell the answer to my life
Lingering memories I’ve never forgotten
Because you keep coming back
You keep calling my name
Out loud all hours of the night
Reminding me to never let go
For without your pulsating heartbeat
I have never lived a single day
Never felt my hair between your fingers
As I look toward the sky in bliss
Watching unnamed clouds float on by
I smile, infected with beauty and love
Dr. John Irvin Feebleshift (day 757)
Ahh but I’ve been trying you see
To excel at all my studies
I am, after all, a studious beast
Studying all day, as it is
I’ve picked up some secrets
Theories and quantifications
Which makes sense, if you think about it
Complete sense when taken in context
But without questions
There are no answers to logically justify
So then when you ask
Should I be asking you questions?
“Of course!” I shall answer
It is but a trifle upon my abilities
No hindrance to my day at all
To answer you with vigor
Responding to your inquiry
For in the end
Without my knowledgeable responses
What good would my studying be?
How just are my studies
If I do not share them
Impart what I’ve learned on eager ears
Surely it’s a fools game
To withhold knowledge
From the inquisitor
Assuming the inquisition
Isn’t a dispute over whether or not
My head should remain on it’s comfortable perch
Dr. John can be purchased here.
Miguel Raptimus (day 756)
Ssssay ssssstrange friend
Might I trouble you for a ssssecond
I have been sssssearching
For quite sssssome time now
Looking and looking, you ssssee
For the tavern, the tavern
I sssswear it wasss ssssomewhere right here
Lassst time I wasss around
It came sssso eassssy for me
I jussst sssslithered right in
Sssshouted to the barkeep
“Hello Hello! I’m here for a beer”
Ssssay have you ssseen it?
Can you help me sssstrange friend?
Miguel can be purchased here.
Share It, and Smile (day 755)
Have you ever had one of those mornings
Where you wake up, fresh and ready to go?
Sun greeting you with a smile
Dog with a wag of his tail…
You know, one of those mornings
When the blender blends it all
Without even one single stir
And you remember to put the lime in
Like the feeling of putting on
A fresh pair of underwear
Pulling up the favorite pants
With a very white undershirt
Or like a great hair day
When looking in the mirror
Is simply compulsive
From all angles
It’s hard to find those mornings
But when you do
When it’s within your hands
Share it, and smile
She’s Cheeky (day 754)
She’s cheeky
She tells me to stop
That poetry is dead
ALL POETS MUST DIE
She yells in caps lock
I lament and dig
Into the bowels
Of my horror
Of my rhythmical
Regurgitating madness
To give reason
For my exploration
These darkened spaces
These sappy ballads
My arching expressions
Into confusions womb
Like battle scars
Pocking my being;
Unsettling patrons
Horrifying relations
Yet I try
I push out my heart
Bleed it upon death
Illuminated pixels
Spare tablets
Leftover envelopes
And just push play
Anderson the Tender and Marianda Hamphretta Dalsento (day 753)
Mom, will I ever be able to fly?
-no dear, you do not have any wings
But, you can climb better than any bird
Mom, will I ever learn to sing a song?
-no dear, not like the birds that you hear
But, sounds you can make is music to my ears
Mom, are we really the devil’s animal?
-no dear, not anything near to it
But, it will do you good to be cautious of your ways
Mom, will I ever become bad and devil like?
-no dear, you’re heart will always be where you place it
But, that is not to say you can not become
Mom, will this tree always be our home?
-no dear, humans will cut these trees soon
But, we will move on and build a new home
Mom, will I always stay this small?
-no dear, you will grow up to be a very fine sloth
But, you must remember to eat your vegetables to ensure it
Mom, can we stay here for a while?
-yes dear, I like it just where we are
Anderson and Marianda can be purchased here.
Sounds From My Heart (day 752)
I fear you will grow old
Without sounds of my chest on your ear
I long for touch from your fingers
Pulling me back
I see your figure sway to the music
Fixing snacks to eat together, touching knees
I hear your voice as it carries
Around the house with Leonard Cohen
I fear you will grow old
Without sounds from my heart in your ear