Seventeen cuts
Peeled back fingernails
Blisters ‘midst palms
Month: July 2019
Orbs (day 2966)
I’ve been wondering what could come of me
For I’ve lost my will to give
Alone out here outside of light
Forgotten down the road.
Yet every time I form the words
My answer comes alive
Taking me to the deepest roads
Where at once I come to make
A drop into my pond of stillness
Shattering all wandering thoughts
Into outwardly emanating orbs.
So Plain (day 2965)
I wandered in my disarray
How could it be?
Then, busted
Out of the clear madness
Did I stumble upon a seed
That racked my brain
Tormented my soul
Callused all my pain
And sent me on my merry way
Life but now so plain.
Mastery (day 2964)
Witnessed
And abruptly shot
Ministry of pain
And society of lust
Consumed and obeyed
Falling evermore for trust
Reason and Science
Brothers made from different dust
Elevation
And a mastery of art
Anger and confusion
To each to gather as they must
Frightful Moon (day 2963)
I woke up in a frightful moon
Glowing against the night
Forgotten where I had come from
Horizon on my mind
Spoke three words
That came to mind
Left no trace of my passing
Then, without much further warning
Snuck off into night.
Simply Fire (day 2962)
As I woke
My mind became aware
Simply fire
Heightened allure
Stress (day 2961)
Quickened pulse
Sweaty feet
Breath becoming short
Highway Signs (day 2960)
It pains me that I cannot unleash my soul
And that it sits here, adoring and alive.
It rocks back and forth with comforting movement
Yet lost.
Purple and blue blinking lights
Reminding me of life late at night
That is more or less lost
On a highway road with dull signs
Still too far away to recognize,
So home is yet to become
The place I’m heading for.
Delight So (day 2959)
I want to feel you
For in the feeling
A sense of depth
Shakes my shell
And calms my nerves
That in a steaming
Cup of tea
Rolls my delight
So inside of you.
Shadows of Midnight (day 2958)
What spoke at me had not begun yet:
Shadows of midnight,
Forgotten years of destruction,
Long lineups of that which you can.
Into the light of gobsmack,
Can you be my midnight
If the Angel could alight?
Lost souls of yet spoken madness.
Be my witnessed sentry
Gallon of blood tonight.