Where is my calling?
Have I baked it away with smoke
Resting aimlessly slobby
And ignoring the obvious answers
With clearly obnoxious results
And a banter of insults
That leaves dizzying spells
To wilt away my poor lily?
Tag: calling
Forever Calling (day 1664)
You heard me calling out your name –
Upon my tongue it would forever last –
Though you took flight into the night,
At a half past forever gone.
I listened then into light wind
For the call I had learned as my own,
And here at last, my breaking point,
A white wolf on the run.
I dare not breathe for fear of alarm,
A fear my existence would cause caution,
Clear for me was how set free
Thy heart as latched bygone.
Your paws I tracked into deep forest,
My soft pads doubled your quick steps,
Leading me as if by force
Into your nature’s home.
It was here I finally sat atop
A rocky outcrop, a simple bluff,
Where every night I’d hear your call
Leaving me forever, never alone.
The Crow (day 1036)
The crow looked at me
And I said: who?
To which he replied:
I never knew.
My path was left
Over it I scrambled
Into the night,
And left my calling
History Sleeps (day 688)
And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred
~
It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance
~
But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood
~
Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego
Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles
~
While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth
Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty
~
Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter
~
Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins
Demise (day 630)
I heard you ever there
Calling loudly
Innocence curling off your lips
And building into frustration
It wasn’t my desire to push you thus far
Your demise denied it evermore
Cold Death (day 459)
The day I awake
Doors wide open
I am clean today
Unwritten lies
Singer of sadness
Cries out the poems
Widow of worry
Cries out the tears
Blue moons are calling
Setting deep within
Old ambitious man
Left to be cold
The ground is hard now
Under these feet
Sadly they swagger
In death unknown
The Goods (day 10)
That personifies excitement
A whole day filled with it
A blueish sky, redish clouds
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
With whips that clearly lash
And hair as black as night
Leather that moves my eyes
In fury that hath no ending
A fury that hath no ending
My speed which reaches vibrations
I’ve not yet been trained at
My engine loudly ticking away
In sweetened rhythmic banging
In sweetened rhythmic banging
That personifies excitement
When I roll into another day.