A worry, once sought
Can never be left at a lick
Without a decision
Without ample evidence
We go on remembering the folly
In time, one may ring
Erasing the thoughts of doom we did have
But its wake shall produce
As an opening guide
One more to cover the path
Month: August 2011
Logging (day 91)
Decisive
Witty
We spot the green slopes of grass
Littering the hills
Across the valley
Where no road of cement does roam
Global directives
Seem to explain
The scars we do place on our earth
In time
However
The roots we plant forgive
The Mother In Our Plan (day 90)
A mother
Alone
Plans out her next move
Pleased with the visitors
Perhaps only intimate
Possibilities were still ahead
But then
A wind
Blew up amongst the pages
You know the story
She smiled and held
The hand of her lover
And husband
Dreaming (day 89)
It was not only my favorite thing to do, but it was my favorite thing to be.
I layed there a while, asleep or half there. Only memories and influenced plans filled my head.
To my own peace, I planned civil engagements, gigantic feats, womanly admiration’s, and success beyond most noble players ever heard of.
I enjoyed this very much.
The Experiment (day 88)
A surreal, evolutionary complex grew among the convoluted masses. Growing in size (and of course stupidity) as they were herded into their lifeless phases of preconditioned and prescribed sociological experiments. Little did they know if they had just learned to tie their own shoes unconventionally everything would have turned out alright!
Still a Good Spot (day 87)
Tired
Beyond comprehension
Yet
Still
I don’t want to stop
I can’t stop
There is far to much
Growing
Building
Around here
That to stop
Would mean
A whole world
Of love, life, excitement
Would be put on hold
And really
Who the fuck
Really
Wants the good to stop?
Struggling (day 86)
Struggling to stay awake
Struggling to keep focused
Struggling to stop remembering
Struggling to ignore nostalgia
Struggling to hold peace
Struggling to find motivation
Struggling to sit still
Struggling to create time
Struggling to be zen
Struggling to grasp topics
Struggling to be friendly
Struggling to breathe air
Struggling to stay cool
Struggling to avoid fears
Struggling to still believe
Struggling to remain alive
Struggling to show thanks
Struggling to initiate contact
Struggling to not resent
Struggling to think kindly
Struggling to eliminate indulgence
Struggling to always cry
Struggling to move body
Struggling to have fun
Struggling to harbor hope
Struggling to kiss you
Beach (day 85)
Willows blow
Sand is moved
Gulls scavenge
BBQ smokes
And I join
Friends around
Summer grass
A beach fest
The Answer Remains (day 84)
A rare bird
Just flew my way
She screamed my name
And excitement remains
A rare doll
Just winked at me
She seduced me easily
And excitement remains
A bronzed whistle
Just blew it’s lid
It curled my toes
And excitement remains
A sensual cat
Just romanced my night
It calmed my senses
And excitement remains
Excitement remains
There’s no drowning shame
I’m awake with demands
And excitement remains
Prison (day 83)
Time slips by unbeknownst to me
Regardless of the patience I give to thee
Bars fill up the bland landscape
Gray and capturing
Relentless I feel is my tight schedule
Pointless I feel is my constant turmoil
Sunlight visits me in sun dialed accuracy
Bright and blinding
Visitors few, ladies are never
Friends aren’t friends, just forced communication
Green grass escapes from the sand
Sparse and hopeless
I am a jailbird, guilty and charged
I have been guilty of abusing
Societies deepest friends
Dry and inconsolable