Don’t say those words.
Don’t whisper into the madness.
Don’t hold my hand when wind blows so strong.
For I am only a man,
A lonely man
Stepping lightly through long blades of grass
Soaked with morning dew.
Hanging on.
Lifting my love
That sits balanced on a finely pressed
Single sheet
Of stationary,
Manufactured with my namesake in mind
And imprinted with layered words
Of forgotten notes
Passed along in a time when I knew
Those words were necessary.
Tag: madness
Child’s Written Scribbles (day 1019)
For such a long letter here
I really have made no better
Than if I had handed over to you
A child’s written scribbles.
But in my madness I forgot
That such are tender points of life,
And to such end
I will command
My pen, forevermore.
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
Current’s Edge (day 990)
I walk my freedom with long bold steps
– Passionate about underlying rocks,
Saturated in air; fluid, full, exhilarating –
To my captures edge: sin and sorrow.
“DEFINE MY PATH!” From the tops of my lungs,
Knocking at doors of suffering madness
That tied these knots upon my bare feet.
It’s a long walk along hurt’s path,
A long breath to hold, withdraw,
With destiny, located amidst rubble.
It’s a long walk to freedom,
Blistering sores and stained reason.
Along my gall’s edge I protest,
Along gall’s edge I step,
And in this path I do not quiver,
I do not shake with torrent sadness,
For to my edge [my sin and sorrow],
I stare with will, my choice and I,
Into the void, my current’s capture,
And let flow from the tops of my lungs.
Whipping (day 966)
Footsteps.
I got feet moving madly
Focus swinging heavily
Into night hoppin ’round
It’s a free thing
Holders making loose
Letters whipping over
And settlers digging in
Whip my whispers through the air
Spitting gamblers on the wave
Yelling mercy
Mother! I beg mother, MERCY
Flow, let it flow
Let gold reign on down
And madness kick me so hard
I leave my footsteps burned of sin
Guanlön Road (day 943)
The worst is it’s only a settling
A magical mist of wonders and witches
Crawls and creeps and slithers in madness
Oh! look out, down Guanlön Road
Pickles and plasters with deceitful tonics
Rattling around in the pitch of black
Left and right swaying the tosspot
Flickering light, down Guanlön Road
And if I should madness that sits upon shame
Follow me tither with unbounded touch
Twixt my fellows, twixt my brain
Rums and the wrackles, down Guanlön Road
Television (day 902)
Flickering madness
Think tanks
Bloated and clicking
Shallow (day 899)
New age heroes backtracking my history
Plunging my knowledge into depths shallow
An abysmal abomination bleeding
Without attention – slowly growing more pale
Shuddering at steps of continual growth
Spiritual connection
Wolf pack howls at the onslaught of night
Quickly scattering the mice and easy game
As midnight blue enters souls of all living
Masking horror forgotten – unexposed
To hungry prowlers let out loose
Given to animality
Contour edges of my heart like madness
Incorporate symbols of vengeance and betrayal
Of once and then lost
Of loose soil – six feet shallow
And layer my justice like skyscraping urbanalities
Because I have no right, no ritual
Dragons Flare (day 898)
Pull together last lights of madness’s laughter
Let lions roar, eagles soar, dragons flare
Left lingering will caution evil’s master
Covering naked sin with melodies gentle subtle layer
And a crying baby reverberating through halls desire
Scraping Elegance (day 897)
Wouldn’t it be worth it
To fly amongst wizards
Scraping elegance
From nearby apple trees
Pressing gladly
Into mirrors of deceit
Running callused fingers
Along loosened hairs
Billowing forgiveness
Between eyes of smoke
Escaping lethargy
That grows stronger
In children of love
Screaming without fear
Naked little babies
Blinded by ignorance
Inbred
There – and lost with madness
Like laughter fading
Into darkest night
Wouldn’t it?