And in infinite bouts
Of unfounded glory
With sun shining down
Upon green grass
Where warm arms
Reaching up with love
Take little moments
Like powerful mother earth
Growing amongst
Spring flowers
Into space we call home
Where this is us
This is our all
And here, together
We are at the peak
Of life’s bounty
Month: March 2013
Extended Health Care (day 655)
Hey, you there
You stranger
These are my streets
This is my neighbourhood
I was weened on these streets
In my young adult life
Sent away from my family
Sent off to find my own…
And then the war broke out
Took so much of our lives
Threw it into fields
Like cow manure fertilizing growth
But for us, it was different, ahh!
It had the opposite effect
Killing us, what nationality
What respect we had harboured
Was lost, forgotten, silenced
And now. Huh
Well now they give me a cane
Extended health-care
And expect me to be happy
To ramble on without misery
Without resent
Top button buttoned..
But I’m a warrior!
The mind of a master
Oh you just wait
I have this planned
This is all how it works
You just wait now
A Free Soldier (day 654)
A lost soldier makes his way home
Elsewhere, grenades go off in combat
Where trenches are dug deep into earth
Casually the soldier wanders home
Through orchards full of fresh fruit
Through rolling country hills
And friendly strangers minding
Their own important business
Along double track dirt roads
Fields of flowers for napping carelessly
And picking, one hangs loose about his shirt pocket
Heavy combat coat flung freely about his shoulder
Fresh cut grass sends over the valley
A smell so potent and refreshing
Even the young birds come stay for a visit
Enjoying the new horizons created
By the arching suns daily pattern
Carrying it’s essence onward
Into the mind of the young soldier
Making his way home away from battle
In peace so strong a hand from nowhere reaches out
And assures him that all will be right
And walks him onward, into the light
Studying (day 653)
Pages
Pens
Anxiety
Revelate Your Soul (day 652)
I’m bad baby
I’ve got the dog pound taking notes
I’ve been eating leftovers for breakfast
That’s how late I stay up
Let the top down
And the bomp-ity-bomp bomp
I’ve been level with these gangsters
Pumping rap-techno outa their
Candy apple Civics
I’ve been laying low in this ghetto
Pullin raps outa these brainz blown
Cause you know I’m built
On layers of soul, soul baby
I’ve got soul, soul baby
You’ll be bumpin there
In your same mistakes
Your bitches be walking sideways
Cause they’re all screwed up
All screwed up
Listen long to these lines
Cause they’ll revelate your mind, baby
They’ll revelate your soul
I’m rollin’ out
Peace
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
Faintest Scent (day 650)
Into the faintest scents of memories
The world whispers it’s answers
Up and beyond leftover thought
That faintly caress hovering fading light
[Past shuffling feet
That arch through cobblestones
Past empty mouths
That gape wide at silent sidewalks]
Like smoke in humid shadows
With careful fragmentations floating
Full of unanswered love letters
That lingering gospel subdues
With spoken promises
A shifting presence marks its space
With hidden answers carved into air
Whirl winds here collapse time
And carry fading light into darkness
Push (day 649)
An infinite change to alter what’s guttural
A push forth to filter substantial
Harmony to mystically float abysmal
Up, up and away into the supernatural
Be gone, be off, be far away and impartial
Leaving life itself here in actual
Space and time, compounded with natural
Phenomenons, ordinary existential
Places of habitation and practical
Reality that grows into love after all
Wash Away Stains (day 648)
Fucking bloated imperfections
Passing tulips and roses out to guests
Inviting homeless inside
For a warm nights sleep and
Steam to wash away stains
Push on me; your aspirations
Dance with this wallflower
This undernourished lover
Through the night and
Along sleeping streets
Blunt under our breath that
Pissed away the night
Live away sadness in
Drugs that float lightly
Betwixt passages of your brain
Lovers mingling in ecstasy
While bloating subsides
Letters in Words (day 647)
Words spill out from depths of my soul
Draping their sustained endings
Across tips of my limbs
Stopping for emotional pauses
Amongst flaps of skin
In flexed and crooked joints
Allowing me to contemplate
Longevity and meaning
Of letters I sling together