A new law
Taken for granted
No perceived choice.
Tag: choice
How? (day 2931)
For I have seen the thunder roll around
And shaken my diamond soul
To ask my deepest memory
“What claims your open heart?”
For there could be no other purchase
About my ‘pinioned mind
Lost in a salary taken by choice
Denoted by the letter A.
Gathered here, then, stood three tall
Aghast from winter’s toil
Sorted by an ageless meter
Calmly asking: “How?”
Understand (day 2649)
Truth in words
Scare me to the brink
Of not leaving
Without fully realizing
Truth in choices
Which run me
Into the wall
Against your will
For I’m still here
To understand you.
A Path (day 2432)
I’m not trying to let you down
No, this isn’t me leading you
This isn’t a game
Where I roll the dice,
Make the calls
And you follow
Anxiously trying to grasp
The next move
To believe you had made
The better choice.
I’m here to talk to you,
To bite first upon your supple skin
To hold your hand
As we take each other higher
Upon the path of our desires
That anxiously awaits
To share our stories,
That believes so effortlessly
We have a reason to live
In servitude for each other,
While remaining unbelievably strong
In our hearts
So we can fully grasp hold
Of our purest magnitude,
Giving freely the most valuable asset
Of my heart.
Lost Again (day 2077)
You have me in a heartache
Two singles at a time
One dying off into
Silence I’ve never heard
Two is another choice
That I’m leaving up to chance
One day will come again
At the crossroads
Where we’ll dance
And not a day shall pass until
I’ll have you lost again
I Am Not Sorry (day 1974)
Your choice is my misunderstanding
And for that I am sorry
Your past experience is my current overstepping
And for that I am sorry
Your love is my overwhelming
And for that I am sorry
Your human is my object of admiration
And for that I am sorry
Your patience is my forever questioning
And for that I am sorry
Your vision is my deep desiring
And for that I am sorry
Your time is forever my story
And for that I am sorry
Your absence is my sit and worry
And for that I am sorry
Your journey is my wildest dream
And for that I am sorry
Your heartbeat is my symphony
And for that I am sorry
Your light steps is my pitter-patter
And for that I am sorry
Your sleeping lips are my favorite dream
And for that I am sorry
Your calmest question is my quickest help
And for that I am sorry
Your silence is my sentence
And for that I am sorry
But my love, no, for my love
Which I will not delay
For that I am not sorry
At Nothing Rest (day 1670)
I’ve left my full moon walking the shoreline, skirting the tides that flush out madness awake and away.
Can your heart feel the holy trinity at rest?
Rocks I picked up and felt cursing through my palm left light stains upon my fingerprints I had washed thoroughly before opening my eyes. I laid down and felt the uncomfortable massage upon my twisted back and hoped the pain would soon ease its way back toward the crashing ocean cooling my pride.
Here, from my breasts, a light slowly eroded my choice.
Lightly brushing my consciousness were scattering rocks and squawking seagulls rummaging the midday sun like a busy squirrel exercising it’s memory.
I was gone, and this is what was left.
Flower to the Touch (day 662)
I am conscious
Aware of breath
Sounds flow vibrantly
Quest eats readily
I am a choice
I am a market of all things to consider
I am a flower to the touch
Rock on path
Endless space
I am that which I fear
I am feeling to senses
I am movement
Inside and out
Temperance (day 246)
When the grass grows long
And finds itself getting shaggy
When the leaves turn brown
And find themselves defying gravity
When the motion is heard
And Doppler enforces his rules
When the oven does smell
Yet the stomach still growls
We find ourselves at a tipping point
A pinnacle at which there exists at most two roads
To the left, and to the right
The blue or the red [pill]
And at this choice,
Burdensome to many
A blessing to most,
We poise, ready for takeoff
Can you feel it?
Does the anticipation,
The calm before the storm,
Raise little hairs on your neck?
[For surely it does]
It must remain all that we have;
Lead temperance to control
The most irate of our desires
And when the grass gets cut
When the gravity grabs them leaves
And the sound pierces thine skull
The stomach, it shall sit content
Luck (day 22)
With one small jump
A leap of faith
Power held deep
Body; out from within
Grow, vote!
Signals of choice
Aura of voice
Dance in the streets
Aggravate the alchemist
With questions unheard
Inspire the creative
With voices unseen
A solo date
Ballad the masquerade
Carry the team
You. Me. Luck