Winds blow my thoughts
Where I let go.
Sun holds my gaze
Though sight hazy.
Sea sprays my skin
To tingle inhale,
And heart knows all
As self is held tight.
Tag: blow
Wind (day 1479)
I was a ghost in a strong, strong wind
Or so I had thought before life did begin.
Let me see through your hardened skin
A beggar forgets there’s lots to win.
I’m tired now, up against this wind
Blow me over, I’ll get back up again.
Float your heart upon a breeze
I cannot smell, I cannot squeeze.
Alight! Heart be nimble, dance within!
For you will feel again, I am the wind.
Ashram Day 11 (day 1414)
My heart was lost into a sea
Towards a dreadful wind,
To which I did not ever cry
For I was man of steel.
“Why do you leave a stone unturned?”
Was all I’d ever say
To those that came and left again
Without a full intent.
I, the master of destiny,
Plainly as I could see,
Was left again, without a chance,
To linger long in drought;
As a wind can take away,
So can it come to blow.
Here upon my step one day
Sitting there awaiting,
Such a future I could not hold,
A solution I could not see.
Into Abandon (day 905)
Forever I walk as lonely gales
Blow against my heart
And sin and passion and ruthless desire
Shocked against pure pressure
Foot for foot I walk the line
That brings on changing weather
So who, but I, am fit to take
This step into abandon
Nobbin (day 360)
Parables
Floating through the air
Fishing out the last
Remains of indiscriminate bastards
Fuck the loose mentality
That we’re all ok
Fuck the smart girl
She has never worn dignity
Like the whore walking Main
Swim the mighty canal
Float the gnarly seas
Figure the angels wings
As they cloud your sober mind
Unlike the hairy bastard
Who prances around like the fool
Fuck the merry longfellow
When he turns around to glance a blow
Then the tulips that have been stolen
From the figured lands of the holy
They’ve been tainted like a bastards tongue
Of the King’s royal litter
But the holy men that haven’t kissed me
Shall linger by their pole
The wine toting maidens
Shall throw eyes my way once more
It’s business as usual
Down at the Hawley; torn and blown
I’m not here to pull on your
Thunder you’ve bloated with
I’m not going to steal what matters
To your lambs and whithered tongues
I’ve left your silly buggers
To dance your awkward dance
So hug your merry bastards
Lay your fingers down
I’ve left your countenance long
I’ve let you pull your fingers as you may
Don’t whip your hair
Your greasy hair
I’ve worn your stripes
I’ve calmed your mare
Nobbin, bloody nobbin
Go! Go (day 145)
Blow your hole
Feed your soul
Collapse your lungs
Inhale your tongues
Allow your young
To reach their fun
Allow your game
To be pretend
Embrace the lessons
Fight the digression
Go! Go with all passion
Love the chaos
And for me, baby
Lets live to remember
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
Riddled (day 67)
Today I’ve been struck
With a monstrous blow
One that has knocked
My socks pretty low
I’ve come through a lot
I’ve battled with wits
I’ve handled fists
And avoided hits
But today has handed me
Quite a different story
Of horrible sorts
Crippled my glory
And riddled my countenance
Slapped me like banana cake
Asking me to communicate
That’s not with a date
Today I’ve been struck
With what I’d call a cold
At first I was sure
It was evil and bold
Something you’d expect
From a virus, I thought
But the Dr. was taught
A cold I had caught