Let our hero becometh she may;
Sky shines today, today.
Path beyond is tangled up
Amidst a heart that glows so stead.
But beware signs about thy trail
That alert an eye to deep sorrow,
Let mirth be kind and easy to
The brow that shakes, a cloudy stew.
Month: February 2016
Letters with Hearts (day 1735)
I remember the golden letter
I signed my last goodbye with,
A script I was particular proud of
With a rusty ol’ dipping pen
Tied up with lies and eternity
And how many times have I chosen to
Wave goodbye to you.
So I stuffed mixed emotions
Into a ball into my pocket
Sat on it for two days
And mailed it with no address.
PNW Rainforest Hiking (day 1734)
Roots and needles
Big ol’ firs and
Salal, thick leaved
Big Ol’ Bend (day 1733)
Keep me in the drivers seat
Till I’m almost home
Tell me I’m over the big bend
Like a sky been setting
If I was a man who bet
I’d be singing hallelujah
Hallelujah till I’m blue
As I sit watching you
Take me wild river’s edge
With an oar about my mind
Carry home on a trusty steed
I’m settin’ free
Like Fire (day 1732)
I do not enjoy this closed solution
These open arms like fire
A road well worn in a town well shorn
And a voice long gone raspy.
Do you try so hard
To make the wolves howl loud?
I’ve seen a tree grow straighter
Then your twisted mind
And I’m closing down
This memory
That’s holding onto me like fire.
Devil Dances (day 1731)
Lay your ready state upon my heart
Grip so tight I’ll slowly die
Aggressive on my mind tonight
Don’t dare to let it go.
For in the moonlight
In our eyes firelight
A dancing devil bangs his gong
Sin seeps in again, again.
Ready hold your hands to mine
Testify my heart your thigh
Regain composure and remember
Devil dances again tonight.
Setting Sun (day 1730)
I am sorry for the overdraft on expenses
For the withdrawal of complete funds
And exercising my options.
But I’m not.
I’m lying and it’s not a puddle of sadness.
I’m drowning and it’s not because of the waterline,
It’s a challenge and that’s just alright.
Cause Momma’s pullin in six figures
And Daddy’s got a gun
And I ain’t coming back from paradise
‘Til long after setting sun.
Chalk (day 1729)
My disgust has carried down into
My stomach, which I can no longer bare.
I have no more faith
No respite to save my state.
My sleep is hopeless –
All dreams forgotten,
My appetite left long ago,
And all that’s left is bitter chalk
Lining the inside of all that’s spoke.
Carry Me (day 1728)
You don’t have to carry me;
My long lines have touched the floor
And I’ve taken all of my clothes off
To bare everything I’ve got
And you’re not one of that.
Not your wary heart
Or your passive thoughts
Or even the calloused moments
Between making love
And walking away.
This is my burden
And you don’t have to carry me.
Do or Don’t (day 1727)
One by one
Or two by two
It matters not to me
What matters most
Is do or don’t
As I sit here
And think