Let us be the untouchable
Run wild through monumental backdrops
River flowing freely
Let us be the untamed
The fear left in shaking hearts
Icicles running clear
Let us glean our sweat
Upon backs of deep gray rocks
Ancient fungi crawling closer
Let our roots be forever deep
And our height, untouchable
Month: September 2018
Ode to A Young Dog (day 2679)
Your breath gets me
A startling reminder
That even though
Your dear to me
Your still a scoundrel
For games and fun.
Your ever presence
Ever eager eyes
Inquiring of me
For hidden treats
Of hidden adventures
Of pats and scratches,
For your wagging tail
And the little noises
I’ve known from you
Ever heard from you
Makes me warm dearly
To the fun your heart
Touches my heart
Where I wish could stay
Beside me, all days.
Trip Soldier (day 2678)
Whisper into decay
Follow that road
Grab on with all ten
And bring your soldier
Passionately abreast
For wind dies down
Sails drop slack
Winter comes
And logs burn out
Leaving that soldier
Wondering where
Time has gone
Lethargically trippin’.
Fresh Snow (day 2678)
Upon the breath
Of mornings frost
Four deer parley
Just out the hedge
To which feels so
Nearer than
Long past dreams
Shaken off
Which barks at dormancy
Like soon Spring’s bust.
Yet laying softly
Which carries remains
Of late night travellers
Snow, of course,
That came so quietly
Floundered about
Biting at the air.
Your Sunshine (day 2677)
Will your sunshine
One day wake me
Showing me morning
Next to thee
Teaching me a smile
In the waking hour
Warmth no cover
Should keep within
Then our Springtime
Forever near
Shall bloom together
Hearts grow dear
Fire and Sin (day 2676)
Fire followed me
A diamond closing in
I whispered snide remarks
Mephistopheles
Drying slowly by the flame
Carrying me away
A whisper motioned to
Let go all retard
Then a cry was born
And little left un sinned.
Searching Eyes (day 2675)
Daylight awoke
Wind blew cold
Distant silhouettes
Formed an ancient snowbreak
Silence was felt,
Ensued,
And freeze bit
At searching eyes
The Mountain (day 2674)
This mountain has grown
So I can not see it’s top
It’s not even stopping
So I’m not stopping
But as I look up so high
Unsurmountably high
I feel deep inside
A yearning for the air
I see high above
And in front of me too
I see both my shoes
And a path rarely travelled
Which today
Of all days
I’ll start here right now.
Unwanted (day 2673)
Backsplashes of humanity
Claim our paths;
We dictate the channel
But they: the message.
We drive their inventions forth,
Their shovels we work
Their dynamite blows up
What we never knew we didn’t want
And our earth
Becomes circumnavigated
With their asphalt
That inevitably cracks
Exposing all truths
That we’ve all chosen
To drive over.
But where does motivation arise?
How do we drag out
Our revolution machines
To fight each sublimality?
We wake at the crack of dawn
And march.
Should you sleep in,
Ahould you wish for warmer weather
Or a less hostile arousal,
Should you demand more luxury
In the face of destruction,
Well, for you in your warm socks
And pillowed existence
For you
The revolution shall end your pain.
Water Dripping Off the Roof (day 2672)
Unconsistent
Tapping, tapping
Soggy mess