Threaded so bare
A lonesome despair
Washed in the river
Of an unknown meaning
But torn from a branch
Left in the mud
Catching all grass
Upstream a flood
Carrying on
Carrying through
Stepping right over
Branches, all strewn.
Tag: despair
Leaf of Spring (day 1896)
There has been granted
Two leaves into my life:
One has been a jewel
One has been a cause.
And as it speaks its soul out loud
The vision becomes clear
And so does all the madness lay
Into a pit: despair.
But who should laugh?
Who should lament?
Who should run along the car?
Leave so slow, alone.
Who should drink the coldest drops
From deepest drop of well?
I am a poplar set in dirt
I am the fraying skin
But as my heart becomes again
I becometh leaf of spring.
Waning Crescent (day 1657)
Lain down
Despair
Wreathing mother,
I.
Phosphorescent
Finger tips
Dipped in pale
Candle wax.
Bright moon
Waning crescent
Gathering for
Omnipresent.
Replenish Thee (day 609)
I sang out loud for the burden that wasn’t mine
Felt it deep, deep inside this ol’ heart
Sunk me in my despair to my knees
Streaking tears spoiled these dusty cheeks
Halleluiah
The grass that grows ’round my breath
Be it thine savior, blue skies above
Take my sorrow away, reap me of mine madness
Circle thou hands ’round my soul
Carry me away with thee, off to the sea
Where salt will lap at my wounds
Replenish this ol’ heart with vigor
Fill me, and let me free
Of this burden that isn’t mine
Speek (day 426)
Do not fear that which I haven’t spoken
For it does not hurt
It does not pierce the skin
Leaving trails of blood
As you blindly wander the pits of despair..
Do not cover your ears in fright
Against the words that don’t belong
Beating drums that sing all night
Flow forth from the center
Of the answer to distance
Do not riddle the words laid clearly
They mean not to set askew
The center piece
Of altars grace
Counter points to your lovers wiles
Despair (day 326)
Deep in despair I’ve grown accustomed to the faith
Deep within the circles of sanity
I’ve learned how to point, or rather trace
The glossy edges of vanity
And for how long does the green grass grow over there
How long does the beckoning become
All that is here and lives within the fair
Perhaps more is then left for those with some
Then, with all the crowd cheering aloud
The grasshopper will be trampled and dismantled
Alone in the wilderness the sun and a cloud
Play tricks on life and deaths sampled
A Professor Who Cares (day 189)
Thank you kind sir
You’ve provided some light
To the otherwise gloom
Of this cavernous place
I respect how you’ve helped
With my bad situation gone worse
I appreciate how you’ve brought me
From despair to a glimmer of hope
So drink to the good times
My dear chap, my good friend
I appreciate your good words
Your leniency and understanding