Because of you I have forgotten my home
Because of you I have felt life of another
Because of you I have dreamed
Because of you I have seen the eyes of another
Because of you I have sheltered your heart from my wrath
Because of you I have slaughtered my defense
Because of you I sit back with my tea
Because of you I have written this poem
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Lawn Thoughts (day 452)
Spots flicker over my sun lit figure
Slowly spreading outward
Along the grass I graze upon
I let go the hold I thought I had
On the surface that surrounds me
I pull on the purple flowers
That grow around the shady spots
And the music that wafts my way
Anchors me down to the ground
Throwing away the little pieces
That grab at my invisible thoughts
Bicycle (day 448)
Sweat
Squeaks
Dodging
Bumps
Lurch
Brake
Lock
Bicycle
Music (day 443)
Music
Echoing
Through old
Bones dried
Shaking
Soothes
This old mind
Growing
Mind smiles
Young again
Beware the Legs (day 409)
I promise
Once I beget
Control of my leg
I shall forever
Then beware
Of dangers
That lurk
High up above
As I come
Down below
Beware the landing
Save your dear feet
Live long
With two legs
Seasons of Memories (day 392)
Moments that hang onto us like the deep winters night
Make the hard rain warming, deep to the bone
Smiles that come from long lost smells
Perfect the spinning wheels that hum in my ears
Moments that hang onto us like the warm sun of a summers day
Remind us of no better days
They take away the pain and dim the pleasant drone
Into a see of light thoughts and salty kisses
Moments that hang onto us like fresh dew of a springs morning
Help to refresh the cutest moments we’ve lived before
The green bike that rode straight, the small footsteps
There are no memories that escape the seasons of time
Sailing (day 387)
Sailing
High up upon the alpine peaks
Like birds
Silently gliding through space
Enjoying
Every little whip of air sent
Callused
Outstretched hands pull tighter
The rope
Holding together the loose bits
Carefully
Knit into one solid piece of fabric
Hometown (day 384)
A hometown is only a long town
Stressing it’s good side from the other
Running the wheels dry over the lumpy tarmac
Pushing in the memories that keep coming back
Late nights alone hiding in the closet I’ve never owned
Drinking the liquor I’ve never bought
Holding hands with the dog I’ve never walked
And again, it’s lovely to be here
A Bike Ride (day 383)
The wheels as they lurch spin round and round
Against the hard earth laid down in progress
The path weaves, lights they flicker
The ride home is always this way
The ride home it always reminds me of beautiful
Along the way the road’s in patches
Rough roadwork rears it’s ugly head here and there
Tram tracks unevenly yell at the tires
The cobblestones they tickle the fenders
And the wheels they go round and round
Perhaps it’s the passing cars that pull you along
Legs pumping with jubilant glee
Forever left with a burning inside
Wind in the hair leaves bugs in thou eyes
Atop This Hill (day 357)
I’m not alone on this hill
Of which I sit atop here today
No, I’m joined by a few
Estranged souls come to view
One of which that has hair
The fiery red of the devil
Another with hair of an angel
A third who has hair
So dark that it shines
Against the pale blue
Above here today
That man over there
With wild hair and a beard
Perhaps intends to imitate
Orwell in his form!
Ah what a day
What a glorious day
Alive here in London
And these trees
I can hear in the distance
Children playing and laughing
As if school weren’t still in session
Perhaps it’s the day
Where all go out to play
Giving teachers a moment to relax
…side note: I should have brought corn nuts with me up here…