Our Hearts (day 1738)

In a blink of an eye
It didn’t fade off and die,
It took years of tapering away.

Our hearts slowly bulging
Lost subtlety in lies,
Secrecy, and imagined constructs.

And our eyes still glow
Deep stare as our high,
None else becometh what matters.

Yet slowly our deceiving
Left us sleepless at nigh’,
Wreckless pitter-patter noise.

And all for believing
Pure random deceiving
To be lost in forever, goodbye.

Pages (day 820)

All my lies are filled with unskilled talent
Washing out the good pages
Diluting the mixture until I begin to believe them
I should be sentenced to death
For the nonsense I pretend
If it weren’t for the gamblers
For the fortunate good-will
I’d find myself lollygagging lost
In the lies I weave around my butterfly
Dancing in my pretty shoes
And printing more pages to spoil

Makin Rhyme (day 814)

Shake my sugar
My gloved thing
In moonlight
It’s a good thing
It’s been alright
Oh my dear thing

Cause it’s a 1-2-3
Hippity
Hippity
Hippity
Hop
Shake it down some
Make rhythm

Run

Baby you’re all fine
Sugar and rhyme
You pull roses from hearts crest
You pull angels from heavens nest
Your big bad ways unknown to man
You drag hearts round
You make loud sound

You’ve heard words
That ain’t mine
You lift pity hurts
Until blind bursts shatter loudly
You’ve pushed bad songs
Until rhythm equals dirt
Slung guns with the bad crew
And left daddy with a wide grin

Been there, you know
I’ve hustled in bad times
When there ain’t a living
You’ve got nothing baby
Like it ain’t hurt
You ain’t nothing baby
Like it ain’t hurt

Truth is
It’s a good thing
Prophecy will manifest
Like good goblins
In the blackness
Or Michael Jackson
And a leather vest
It ain’t lies
It’s like a holocaust
Evil gone
And the good all left
Broken gods
Relaxing on the river’s edge

It’s alright
I’m a gentle touch
I’ve got it down
Sugar and sweet
I’m a gentle touch
You know baby
I’m a gentle touch

Now no break
Can penetrate
Can permeate
This fine skin
Traumatize
Through these eyes
Cause you’re a bad seed
Through these eyes
You’re never wrong

Disappointed Consequences (day 661)

You see, this romance was impossible
Your disappointed heart and its wings
Never dropped off for a visit
Bonded efforts with another mind
Aligned with another motion

Intentions tricked consequences
Answers: full of lies
Convenience was never easy
Until the day you took flight
Sailing with eagles and wooden paddles

How careless of me to not feel this
To not listen to the words spread out
Motionless in the sea of thought
Dormant as space flicked between us
And eyes gathered around little baskets

Did you feel it?
I’ve walked without sandals before
The path worn so
Let’s not play make believe
Gather the picnic, we’re heading home

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