A feeling of high lifting
Tingling sensations;
Crawling and digging
And reaching these finest points
Of the richest parts
Of Love’s bountiful ocean.
Tag: crawl
Forget the Blue Eyes (day 1346)
Nobody saw the pigeon I passed;
I was an angel
Holding late setting sun.
Eyes of light blue
That crawled upon edges
Of shallow stages – dimly lit.
I was the gravest,
And as time lurched
It was I whom all met.
Tiny Jewel (day 1099)
I’m asleep in a tiny jewel;
Happy, and my mind’s eye.
To freedom I’ve never given up.
A rhythm which is rhyme
And castles made of sand
Float wind swept grasses.
So high, so long.
And I am asleep in a tiny jewel;
With windows into-out-of
I crawl and drain sand,
Sifting my widowed beetroot
And surfacing divine;
Flat root / straight cut.
Gaia’s Birth (day 1066)
And you crawl out
To where we sing.
To which we carry high
Lofty goals,
Lifting our honour
With romantically inclined love,
Like sweet mother Gaia
Discarding Winter’s white cloak
To dawn
Spring’s rainbow.
I cannot follow my empty thoughts
Through the havens of a darkened loft.
I live forever better
With your heart upon my hearth,
Warming every thought
As darknesses cold, cold moon
Falls asleep to Gaia’s waking sun;
Sweet nectar caress.
Alive like our emotion
Captured in long walks
Through Spring’s blooming alleys.
A landscape ere enliven.
Like sweet hanging fruit
– Summer’s lush temptation –
This lover’s ever clutch.
Anxious for turning seasons
As the fresh air soaks my dewy brow.
Can you not also give to great excitement?
I laugh and run wild a while,
For what is satisfaction
Void a lover’s yearning heart?
What worth is Summer
Dry from Spring’s never drought.
Deft Thoughts (day 1046)
I was an angel;
Struggling against purpose,
Harboring desire
Deep within action words
That you could not hear,
You could not feel,
You could not understand…
But we floated
I was an angel;
Distracting minute details
Into synchronicity,
Juggling and balancing
And crawling beside
Straight lines
Wish-washing my roads
With gravel timelines..
Dirty bloody knees
I was an angel
Singing my love-rich song
With arrows and soft colours
Diluting my expression
Like overcast clouds
On damp, dreary days.
Long words lingering on,
Left behind in old thoughts.
Guiding Archangels (day 1003)
We each remember our stories just a little bit harder
– A little bit longer in tooth –
With vinegar to keep infection afar.
And in our judgement, our fantasy act
We search for crime, and it’s partner punishment
To soothe our broken bones that lay
About the floor in disarray.
But as lost is all that has begun
If for whatever reason we hold onto none
Then let our hearts beat madness
Pitter-pattering our footsteps forth
Into cold days of snowy forgiveness
That crawl away as we push back the tears
Singing sweet songs to our guiding Archangels
Intrusion Machinery (day 921)
For my lost smile
Settling amongst wind caves
Swept through answers
Clearing my soul
Of intrusive machinery
Pressures of time
I whisper lightly
To my knees I crawl and
Let the lessons lean
On the gravity of my mind
Where by the end
I cannot surprise you
Eyes wide open
Starlet extending thy heart
Entwined
Crawl (day 822)
Crawl without the lines
That pull you to me
Crawl without the whispers
Drawing your innocence out
Let the foundation wrinkle
Let the answers avoid
Flipped pages
Choose your own adventure
Lust filled back pages
Scribbled notes
And locked treasure chests
Bitterness (day 469)
The bitterness that rolls off my tongue is like ice cream on a hot summers day
Filthy and dripping and fit for the butcher to hang up and beat
Stuck walking down alleys with a stench so bad it curls the hair on the back of your neck
Piss that’s been brewing, batch upon batch without any relent
And a scowl that scares even the grungiest of vermin about at this hour
A scowl that reaches the street lamps and dims their shine
A scowl that pounds each footstep 3 inches into the pavement
A scowl that doesn’t betray even the door that is unlatched
As is screeches it’s way open in the dead of the night
You don’t understand the pain that I’m in
Bloody knuckles on my face that scratch away my identity
You heal me, I heal you and
All that has been lost over the years of our struggle
Has been thrown into baskets that crawl with tangible evidence
No speculation at the scars that mark this history
Do not knock on this door
This bitterness that will not lighten your day
Pulling (day 413)
Pulling me in
I feel the sin
I breathe the glory
I see the glow
I crawl in closer
I swail longer
I laugh deeper
I fall longer
I’m there