I woke into a bed of roses
Alone and bleeding out my heart
Dark glass shattered all around
How would I ever learn?
Slipping over a raincloud
Pouring into my open mouth
Yearning for a graceful death pose
Arched spine my sorrow lover
A road forgotten now
Spitting out a bitter taste
Into howling winds of angry hands
That took away my breath.
Tag: roses
Roses (day 2849)
I smelt roses every morning
Since I left my window open
Morning air carried longer
Freshest scent of care
Where dutiful fingers tended
Each thorny branch, so sharp
Up along my window’s ledge
Down into my heart.
Broken Path (day 2224)
When out walking amidst trees today
I found a broken path
That led me around a big ol’ fir
Three houndred years or more
I scrambled over wild roses
And a patch of red clover
To find myself face to face
With bark of an ancient race
Here I stood wondering about
All the years that have gone past
What have I touched
What have I called
Who have I known before
To which I instantly knew more
That deep inside my soul
The answer lay awaiting me
For not was I of anything
Held back was I to guilt
But for a speed at which I flew
That kept my needles dry
So each and every day I knew
I’d be challenged by the race
And my greatest test
Of each my time
Lay finding just one slow breath.
Un-Spelled (day 2106)
I walked through the darkness
To sing me my sadness
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I felt creeping horror
To be my maiden I could never scorn
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I know from your smile
To leave every letter un-spelled
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I will be leaving my roses here
To dry so delicate my heart
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
Roses (day 1363)
I whispered my lonely
Questions floating on my mind
Deeply into the eyes
Of my distant lover
Who shook from my thunder
Until dew drops rested quietly
About nearby roses
Quickly blooming.
Dreams (day 1298)
One day
– I swear –
I’ll be milking the stars,
Shooting guns,
And dusting roses
With all of
My dreams.
Hard Rock Superstitions (day 1264)
I’ve been rolling in a daydream –
A long line of roses
And a whisper leading me on.
You have a tendency to cure me,
To play me all the good songs.
Perhaps it’s superstitions
Getting aligned
Perhaps it’s superstitions
Keep knocking rocks all night.
Forget (day 1182)
Forget my tender roses that grow
Beneath the hearth, so warm.
Forget I promised a thousand tomorrows
As one day never arrived.
Forget purple surges amongst our veins
Late when the moon lit our hearts.
Forget crimson skies, tomorrow’s disguise
For lifeless I’ve never remained.
Forget my whispers as they echo on,
Alone in your daddy’s penned name.
Seven Roses (day 1180)
No matter my art upon darkest of hearts
Or shield wickedest of torrents shy,
My eyes will guide thy graceful glide
Far from my deadly abhor.
For delicate lace upon wild grace
Is none richer to dead implore,
Night alleys forever melancholic by name
Seven roses have wilted, amen.
Roses are Beautiful (day 1159)
My grandmother tells me that roses are beautiful,
That common sense is all around us.
She tells me that stars float on at night and
Clouds make perfect animals
Which change upon a whim.
She has upon her windowsill
An old foot I’ve always admired.
It holds in it (like a steady hand)
Utensils ready for marking.
To its right: new words for every day.
Never a day goes by without
Her graceful way of flipping.
With all her heart the words so dear,
Hold powers of deep providence.
And from that table, when sitting to dine
Upon a chair plumped by two softening cushions,
One can see through a window of far off China mountain.
More importantly, however, a quite a bit closer
In fact – just below her window,
Is a bush grown wild from years
Unceasingly blooming so.
It’s a rose, and she knows
How beautiful it is.