This is my sadness I feel like consuming:
Lost inwardly to a plethora of you,
Consumed as if I’m already tired,
Laying waste to an already drawn out barren
That holds my innards wrapped in steel bars…
Not enough to assault me,
But never again shall I move without thy affliction
Tormenting each beat of my soul
Whence I grieve like the eagle cries
Far above thy head that slowly nods
As thy sadness invades.
Month: March 2018
Underneath This Apple Tree (day 2497)
Memories across the sea
Home I had once known
I dreamed so long of far and wide
Now I’m lost here teary eyed
Of where to go, I’ve gone so long
Who can I be?
Each day filled with my new life
I’ve built ground up; organic
With whom I love beside my heart
Tender armed and open mind
So easily taking me
From across the sea
Wander so effortlessly
Underneath this apple tree
Keep of You (day 2496)
Take me on your ride
Golden hour has found me here
A single violin to carry us
Like moondust in a summer breeze
Book me into all your spots
Naked here in all my thoughts
For afternoons spent with you
Love me in a motion picture
I shall keep of you.
Scratched Reminisce (day 2495)
Our eyes were inseparable as we locked into a dance
One where you spoke in syllables that hardly touched my ear drum
My hands caressed what exposed soul draped upon my sense
To tempt me into an embrace that scratched my reminisce
From here there was much to decide, discussion upon forefront
Which way to take the night: affluent or exertion
Mind made up I hastened to amore so gently laid
And gasped as thy hand embraced the loins of my last breath.
Passing (day 2494)
I woke into a frightful terror
That lasted until noon
Two eyes of spoken yellow glowed
Terror to my soul
Then wafted into my study so soon
A fragrance of the beast
Leaving me to recollect
My passing there that noon.
Bottle Bumping Lambs (day 2493)
Warm powdered milk
Nuzzling nose
Maternal bond
Departure (day 2492)
I tried so hard to fall away
Watching birds criss-cross my surreal expression
So far up in the sky
Two echos that I did not make
Reached my open ear
To which I gathered into a light basket
My designs I had carried so far
To set the mood I had intended
Now which I slowly departed from
Whom Calls Us Home (day 2491)
Your cosmic dust roars around my fire
Spinning vortexes before my eyes
That gasp and exhale
As a thunderous Goddess
Taking solace in this darkened dance
Excitedly played upon the wall.
How good it feels, your warmth
That laps at the edges of my own sanity,
Spinning, my thoughts reach out
Grabbing your dangling hairs
While my ecstasy builds
So as to be just like the moon
Whom calls each of our moments home.
Two Bottles of Milk (day 2490)
When I walked out to the old log barn
I heard a friendly call
Two little lambs looking for food
Litte orphaned bottle bumpers
They met me as I swung open the door
And stepped into their excited embrace
Which was full of expectation that
I came with two bottles of milk.
Dinner Table, Hungry Plates (day 2489)
It has snowed and I am cold
Darkness sets the evening mood
But cheer and family have come around
Gathering at the house
To celebrate each other in cheer
And feast upon our fill
That rests idle at the dinner table
Waiting for our hungry plates
To spill and splash and mix and match
Each of us, indeed, happy as can be.