This is a craft
Which we all become embedded to
If it weren’t for the luck,
What have you for a recent drink?
Month: January 2015
Forget the Blue Eyes (day 1346)
Nobody saw the pigeon I passed;
I was an angel
Holding late setting sun.
Eyes of light blue
That crawled upon edges
Of shallow stages – dimly lit.
I was the gravest,
And as time lurched
It was I whom all met.
Wish For Me (day 1345)
Wish for me,
My darling sunshine,
As whispering
Contends my silence.
Dreams in the Key of Darkness (day 1343)
Sometimes dreams don’t leave room for imagination;
Waking with a fright and deep recollection.
Hollering into night cools my lone wolf.
I’m a man of slip-slopping recollection,
I dine with strangers who share my wine.
We beg for answers when we’ve shown no mercy.
We all do.
It’s the cruelest of tortures that bless us rancid
Until our feverish states blow our sails full.
Darker seas then any wind-swept sailor would care to see.
Rupturing up my torn soul
I do continue to howl in my brief waking hours
For my window has closed and my feet become sore
And my alley of sinister has just become cold,
To await my march as darkness in greeting.
Mind Walks (day 1342)
Losing purpose of the mind
Inside contradicting thoughts
That flicker between yesterday
And a whole lot of dreams
Makes breathing increasingly harder,
Motivation a stubborn horse,
And walks through the park
Increasingly longer.
A Night with the Antichrist (day 1341)
Black and chrome
Ancient symbology
Free flowing ale
Whisper Fire (day 1340)
Whisper to me
For I never want to hear you,
I never want my ancient soul
To remember what storms have passed,
I never want to recognize
Landmarks in my heart
That have emblazoned this day
Upon embers of the phoenix.
Walking on an Asleep Song (day 1339)
Wonder when my foot shall sleep
Inside a better path,
For all my wishes that depart
Have fallen gracefully.
And like my step that flutters on
I shall eventually
Find my trail with out a map
Humming my favorite song.
Window Shopping (day 1338)
Window shop my loneliness away,
Dove tails and fresh mocks.
I couldn’t remember your age
In the reflection of my heart.
I’ve lost my mind before we met;
Into which eyes do I resort?
Do I see through or reflect back?