Overdose of sin
Starts creeping in,
When all life’s
Every bit of good.
Like a fast drug
Empty highway.
Animal hollers loud,
Creeping in.
You can bet my
Bouts of passion
Are gonna find me
Loosing track of sin.
Month: October 2014
Smile (day 1254)
Your smile
Is nice,
And I enjoy
How you’ve
Shared that
With me.
Rip and Tide (day 1253)
I sat a while
Facing wild winds
A twiddling my thumbs,
To which I thought about a lot;
The comings of the tide.
And there I was
Looking on
As rip and tide collide.
Rays (day 1252)
You billow out from beyond my belief,
Strangling storm windows
Which turns me blank with divert.
I cross out
Little errors that shape tomorrow
Without missing a beat.
Yet here I am,
Following little sounds
Towards curious places
And letting my soul speak and be heard.
How curious these rays become.
Rain (day 1251)
I am the rain
You are the answer
I come inside
Till you relent.
Of End (day 1250)
My future is not to what end,
My future is of end that lacks in clarity.
For there shall be no tide
That leaves me jiggling in madness,
Clutching at the newly spent sands
Gathering about my consciousness.
Nor shall there be a whirlwind epoch
That holds in my madness
To set aside future battles
That crawl about my fingers
And draw my breath to an abrupt halt.
Nautically Bent (day 1249)
I am a lost lover,
And you are my sea.
Over and under
This tumbling breeze.
I arc my bent spine
In day driven toil,
To find my hearth cold
Sea driven wild.
But sailing departure
Windows of torrent,
I find my dear lover
Nautically bent.
Moon (day 1248)
Speak to me moon,
With eyes so wide.
Take me to dreams
And lullabies.
I coo at your vision,
Watch sun drop deep.
Your eyes, a mirage
– And I’m the stars.
Mid-Autumn (day 1247)
In mid-autumn I enjoy how sun flares,
And in it’s wildest most passionate moments
It doesn’t have the all consuming power
The mid-summer sun has.
A t-shirt with an easy breeze you’re not yearning for.
Humility; knowing that in a few short months
The green-green vibrancy will explode
With red-orange-brown
That brings out mom’s hand-made mittens
And warm cups of tea.
Lost Connections (day 1246)
I start finding lost connections
About gurgling waves
Lapping around poles and
Sheet metal, breaking
The X – Y plane
With flashes of memories
That thunder through my hull.
I recognize a lost connection
As rusting red leaves mixed with
Rubber ducky yellows
Spin their way along the Y-axis,
Dancing nimbly with warm arms
Of X and Z stitches.
Lost connections break my conscience
With each dead 3 pronged plugin,
With each false hope of recharge.
But each diagonal floats on by,
Twisting like an unbroken chain of genes
Through my alert moments
Realizing it’s not the destination,
It’s the journey in the end.