The path exploding like a double shift into 5th
Loosely cannon-balling down the empty highway
Wreaking havoc upon the simple things
But only little longer
Nothing ever stays as it should with gas prices so high
Month: January 2012
Still Alone (day 231)
Your love
Frothing at the mouth like an innocent child
Capturing little bits of humanity
In the deep holes of sanity
Innocently proven
Archaic amongst the spellbound
Glistening like the deep cold waters of the full moon
Only shortly lived, disturbed in a quick splash
Go ahead
Run the rivers wild into the jungle deep
Call out crazy like the impossible memories
Green and charming, still alone
Lonely Calls (day 230)
The cool coyote called
Late that night
As it made its way
Along the crest of the horizon
Scarcely lit by the large moon
Making its slow arched escape
Into another day
Alone the tree stood
Frozen in the season
Along the crest of the horizon
Calling out to the edge
Its cousins long gone to the chain
But a distant memory still remains
Never again, the stumps burned away
The Bridge (day 229)
The beaten down travelers
Traveled through swamps
Traveled through deserts
Traveled through the untraveled terrain
Until they reached the bridge
The secret to success
Lay in crossing the bridge
The valley lay deep
The river ran wild
And they faced the bridge
Awaiting the train
Of which never came
They sat day and night
Distanced from food
Comforted by the fire
And the gurgle of water
The hours turned into days
The days into weeks
The food started scarce
The food was now gone
Yet still they waited
For the non existent train
And then, like a flicker of hope
Streaming out of the distance
A lone whistle was heart
They travelers all heard
They waited in silence
Unable to move, unbelieving at first
But as the train moved along
Beside their ragged shoulders
They slowly gathered their camp
And began the treacherous pass
The little ones were silent
As they held their breath across
The elders acted knowing
As if they had done this before
But as the last of the travelers
Passed across at the end
They celebrated with excitement
Like they had been, come, and gone
Soon they had made it
To the destination they sought
They set up their tents
And led their mules out to pasture
Plots were then got
Land was then claimed
A village was sprung
On the other side of the bridge
Neverland, Silence (day 228)
A lust of dust
Sprinkled lightly
Alienates the landscape
With white neverland
Silence
Booms in the distance
Lost with the words of ancient tradition
Only compromising the cheap landscape
With footprints
In every direction
Lost Lovers (day 227)
The wind sweeps through like the souls of lost lovers
Chilling the blinds as they flap lifelessly in the delaying sunlight
Spreading it’s thoughts deep amongst the floorboards
Littered with memories and superficial decay
Time keeps carrying the wanderers on
Further and further into the romance we only get little glimpses of
This is the distance we only know as silent observers
Holding hands with thoughts we’ve only dared read in books
Pigeons and Cows (day 226)
Crashing through gates
And countless fields
The pigeons and cows
Spread wide for desires
Scavenging wildly
Through cracks and shoots
Looking for sustenance
Like never before
And in one quick moment
The magic begins
A luck of the draw
With skilled inference
Perhaps a quick check
About the horizon
For oncoming danger
Lurking beyond
Satisfaction is impossible
The pursuit is relentless
Tomorrow will go on
Just as today has fared here
The Moon (day 225)
The halls of glory fit through these streets
Stringing up Gothics, and racing for tricks
Last time we settled down for a nice cup of tea
We were asked if we’d like some bottles of wine
How horrific it seems to be bothered for bliss
When all that’s desired is a little of this
Perhaps the young starlings will speak to us soon
With hope it will let us know we’ve come twice round the moon
Spins of Sand (day 224)
Energy flows about like the spins of sand
Gathering around nipples, digging in deep
Flow like the wind and breathe like the groan
Bring with me any source of desire
Collapse with me at the end of time
Completely filled up from the pursuit
Sharing, giving, receiving, becoming
You, me, we, in a long dip down and glorious endeavor
Warmingly sharing the space for forever
Forth (day 223)
As with all roads away
A route returns home
A life never stumbles
Without lessons infused
With meters along the road
Screaming stop signs and
Merge patterns
Green lights and red!
Go forth with the fury of horses
Lights on, overdrive engaged
Heed not the warning signs of truck trailers
Long turns and shiny rails
Keep your eyes on the lines
Keep your path towards the prize
Carry me my young sailor
Into the wind reaching this day