Singing Bowl (day 2893)

I cannot shake the essence of unlimited
Grand gestures that flow
Almost gutteral
From the moments I find twilight
Reaching around my corners
To awaken what beast
I sing my songs with.
My bones rattle,
My mind expands,
My very being seems to float
Like vibrating melodies
Floating upward
From deep bowels of a singing bowl.

Grip (day 2891)

I want to rain down
Like the Gods I’ve always admired
Spiral my madness
Deeper into Mortal Souls
And laugh as Time
Emits no stress on my psyche
And lays barren
No emotions I have once had
For it is my breath
That drives me forward
Undescribeably powerful
And taken by a grip.

Charged (day 2889)

Inside of you was fully charged
Steel rods of conductiveness
High voltage was your energy
Electrons flowing inside of me
I felt you coming through my lines
Copper in my veins
Tickling my very spine
Capacitor of fame
I deduced every little cell
Of my lithium battery pack
Calculating all its worth
Until I had all of you inside
A shifting of the tides
Spent of you for me to spend
Dying evermore.

Riverboat (day 2888)

When the winds keep blowing
What does it look like outside your window?
Clashing hearts wrecking
What lonely clouds could share
And a one eyed ghost singing ballads
Heard down at the local bar
That kept on crying
In spite ten thousand broken hearts
Laying open on the dirty floor
So that in one blissful moment
A riverboat will come a gambling
Setting sail for better shores.

Hide and Seek (day 2885)

What did you do
When the mountain found you
Rolling over the field
Like dust in the wind
Gone in pure sin
Said the tree in the copse
For the gorge that uproared
Cleared it’s throat
In a waterfall
And clamered all down to the pond
Jumped up the bank
To hide in a den
Till the moon
Slipped behind the horizon
Then as dawn broke again
The mountain awoke
And spied what seemed him a joke.

Not Lost (day 2884)

I don’t want to be lost at sea
My memory has drawn me
In more than mohagony
So talk to me like harmony
Sweetest voice I’m cheerily
Making my way, landed sweetpea
Underscore to punctuate thee
Drawn tape and ripped cd
Catapult legends we see
And then wearily
Echoes of our hearts reveal
Landed ground, walking reverie
Grown at last my heart’s wildly.