You guarded the gate
Like Sphynx afar
Stoned and vacant
And mighty imposing
Like a thundering Lord
With a wish for more
Yet slowly people
Fell away
As bricks built upon
A ragged foundation
Of imposed rules
And stolen goods
Will always crumble
Until at last
It broke
Hinges and all
Leaving each pebble
In your wake
A memory
Of a truth once shared
Tag: wake
Head First (day 2366)
I fall into
Head first
The twentieth.
I gladly wake
My shifting brows
That never had
So long to rest.
But here I think
Prepare and blink:
Head first
I charge ahead.
Morning Smells (day 1543)
Your morning smells make me aware
I’ve become a sitting star
Awaiting on a little white spell
To wake me of my mist.
So long as I can keep a smile
That tames my licking tongue,
I will, at once, begin my day
Indulging in my desires.
Sweet Salty Kisses (day 1509)
I imagine you’re an ocean.
I imagine you’re so full and buoyant
That my hide is held afloat
Through this warm summer night.
I imagine your strong winds
Fill my sails with speed,
Sending my wake into places
I’m not looking behind.
I imagine you’re sweet salty kisses
Touching my lips,
Enlivening me to my breath
Refocusing my attention to the little drops
Left about my goosebump covered skin.
Sun (day 1480)
To be the sun.
To scream bloody murder
And mean it in a good way,
To wake up and go to bed so consistently
Time pieces become obsolete
And there are no excuses anymore.
Oh, there are bad days
When fog rolls in,
Or random, insignificant civilizations
Decide to proclaim war
Upon their own protective shells –
An eco-systemic, all chemicals in
Kind of war that pins natural resources
And technology
Against simple biology and physics.
There are bad days when children of the sun
Who suckle auras of its very beams
Become stifled and trampled
Beneath plastic rubbish and footware
In an unmercifully ignorant act.
But then again, there are the good times
Which ignite passion,
A brilliance so glorious
Rapid transformations become
Supernatural and unprecedented.
Good times that feed millions of
Conscious and unconscious
Biological matter the very substance
They require to exist.
When these delicate rays are so respected
And in balance that they provide
Sweet little Gaia an answer.
Oh, to be the sun.
Good Morning (day 1216)
It is beautiful,
In a novel kind of way,
The way
You wake me in the morning.
There’s a ring to “Goodmorning”
That I’ve never heard before,
But explains the term
With more than just vowels
And confused syllables.
At First (day 19)
Lay awake, in bed, in desires unknown
Thinking about all the love you’d have
Nonsense you laugh, roll over again
Struggling to dig yourself in
Succeeding at rumpling all of your sin
Between your legs in folded disarray
Crying, the notes of anger reach your ears
Somebodies playing games with the time of day
Somebodies turned on the lights of this morning
Scream my daily sins, scream my cover at night
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
Step move floor get start go.
Creek lurch groan yawn
And reach for the sky in an outstretched embrace
And breathe in and out and in and out
To know, believe, dream, excite
To love, to keep, to be is indeed