Words that
Aim at
Pulling me down
Anger that
Builds comes
Crashing down
Peace and
Recognition
Holds me up
And I lie in a pool of serenity because what has been done has come from my heart and nothing can change that fact.
Month: November 2013
To Harbor (day 909)
It is hard to be away,
To waltz down the street
Without your hand in my elbow.
To eat alone.
Your face my thoughts company.
With moments of clarity
Sparking the fire
Inside my soul.
It’s harder to slip
Into cold sheets at night
Without knowing
When next you shall be waiting,
Giving, expecting.
Warm breath tickling my nape.
Warm smile to curb my blues,
Warm kitchen to feed my soul.
And when last I find grace,
Will harbor – my old bones –
Be welcome to thine dear heart?
Once In a While (day 908)
Once in a while
Leaves change their hue
Whither away
And fall, far below
Once in a while
The moon holds its breath
Fills its blue
As bright as the sun
Once in a while
White snow hits my brow
In a cold winters dance
Through a white wonderland
Once in a while
A paw marks the path
So up we go
Up over the top
Knot (day 907)
Begin with a knot
Crank it
Pull it
Yard it
Jack it
Yank it
And hold it
Now repeat
What To This Love (day 906)
Did you design
My heart so pure
So reckless its pursuit
As love and laughter
Were sought to
Hold forever after
As it were
To lay me down
Beside such tender angel
My heart it beat
Like dancing feet
Strong laid wooden floor
What to this love
I heard above, nay saw above
Clouds parting for thy sun
That hit us both;
Shone angels eyes and
Filled in dear mine own
Into Abandon (day 905)
Forever I walk as lonely gales
Blow against my heart
And sin and passion and ruthless desire
Shocked against pure pressure
Foot for foot I walk the line
That brings on changing weather
So who, but I, am fit to take
This step into abandon
As It Lasts (day 904)
As it lasts
We filled our souls
With what we had begun
A lovers embrace
Entangled trace
Eyes yet woke this day
Smell of skin
Lovers scent
Infused my hearts desire
Passion here
In warmth’s embrace
As a lover and I begin
Acceptance (day 903)
I am not the victim
Left hopeless in a pool of filth and inert shame
Wrong-doing receiver
Sad story and bitter ending
I am not the sufferer
Helplessly alone
Victim of circumstance
Aimless desires
I am not the casual
Random associations
Uninterestingly passive
Head down and walking
I am not the sober
Outcast
Big eyes and wide mouth
Annoyed
I am not yesterday
A lost wish
Crimson sunset
Or memories
I am acceptance
Television (day 902)
Flickering madness
Think tanks
Bloated and clicking
Well Worn Booths (day 901)
I was at the market
Surfing along well worn booths
Passing by idle buskers
Thumbing old good luck charms
Worn away
Here I smelled service
The toils of seven generations
Sweating in the fields
Sending wives to sell
Gnarled stone washed fingers
It is romantic
Startling romance amongst
Brutal ages
Suffering humbly
Expressive humility
And at night
Late at night when
Stray dogs find moving shadows
I wonder who
Sleeps more peaceful
