The Bane of Fullness (day 2370)

I don’t want to hold onto this enormous feeling.
A Skeptic once said the past isn’t present,
So let us believe that a fullness isn’t real
(A limit we reach where we can no longer give, share, believe),
Let this feeling take us on a tenderness stroll
Like sheer cotton shading giant pillows we lounge upon,
Meandering through ancient streets and wild forests
Where we stop at every third park bench we pass
To sit closely and pretend we’re still consciously speaking
In syllables that reason can understand and explain,
For to me your words speak in gestures only my ears
– And perhaps the dear sweet Cupid who so cleverly pinned us –
Can fully grasp at, mingled so heavily with vibrant lips
My eyes cannot escape being entranced by,
And breath mine hairs can feel so warmly upon
With your gentle yet firm fingers ever so delicately
Squeezing a new pattern into mine palm of eternity.
I want to hold onto you, the back of your neck with softest of curls
As our lips mean to share what we’ve intoned of a feeling,
Forgetting for brief moments our shooting star madness
And living a while longer by the bane of our senses.

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

My Land | Chapter III (day 1126)

I remember when the wind blew so hard one year it would blow over our tin cups that weren’t full on the old weathered kitchen table. Our house was warm when the fire was hot, and well ventilated in the summer – we can say that. It ain’t easy being a pioneer, when the land is dry and winters are cold.

The thoughts drain my efforts, drain my life. They’re happy thoughts when you remember the past, but they’re also jagged edges that twist the time away like yesterday was my mothers hand.

There should be holes in my heart with all the bullets I’ve let go. And all the tears that I’ve cried.

This life makes a man hard before he knows how to sing. Like the twisting pines around these parts that I know each by name.

And firewood.

[note: to read the full epic track my land]

Wisemen (day 982)

Silently I stepped out from behind the mirror
Took a moment to reflect, to look back
To think about what had happened unto my demeanor
My wrinkles shone like gemstones
Enlightening my visitors to the challenges I had faced
None, save the unexpecting, could reconcile the past
Not one of my curses could pierce through that thick veil
To snuff out the screaming badges
Leaving dormant Wisemen holding court above chalice’s hold
And I never remembered to drink

Shifting Recollections (day 651)

Guess my gold and what all that I am worth
With these eyes that tell old stories
Through wordless reminders of the past

Desire nothing, save for future
And present fades away to blackened stars
I couldn’t have forgot the tired distance
Though my heart loudly telling me it’s flat

And from there my angels come crawling out
Into the gold seats I lay out in front
Of the words I spread with blood so thick
While today’s past, present, and future
Shifts hues and recollects artifacts

Love Me (day 582)

Perhaps it was when I let go of the past
That I stepped out from beneath the cloak
Beneath the warm resting place
So laid out with holy hay to please me

Those days in my memory fill this mind
With confusion and misunderstanding
No matter who I turn to in these days
They know not the turmoil I did feel

Of what I once was a true master
Now I look upon for no more
Not for lack of interest, true it not here
But for a displacement of my desires

I have moved on with passions
Into realms to you unknown
But this hardly make them
Any less of what I harboured inside

Please let me grow now
With the wings that you’ve given me
I’ve loved you for giving me them
Now love me for using them

Trod (day 482)

It seems like Ive been wandering
Through towns that make no sense to me
But the names come and go by quick
As the time does pass my way
But here and there I meet a face
Who calls at my soul to clear
And then in my time I shout and laugh
With a man who has shared his food with thine
While quickly as I trod about here and there
I find out the neighborhoods that do call my name
I know what does interest such a soul as thee
To capture my imagination for future plans
But the strangest of things happen when out all alone
When I’m much to far past the places I know
A certain force does take over, a whim and a will
Something that leads me on forth
And with this dear force that bites at my heels
I do not tarry long at much distress
For all that I see, and all that does come
Makes my mind at ease as I trod

Saved (day 433)

I have fallen along a slippery slope
Down through the crevices and over the knolls
Past the gnarly trees with giant roots
Over the thick grass as it stained my shorts
Under the bridge that held me up
Past the house the weened me home
Around the school that taught me so
And through the gates that held me out
And then, as I grew exhausted
At the bitter edge of the world
I was saved by a thought