Arise questions for my soul
How the hell to get off of here?
I left a hole in my deepest thought
Condemned and forced
Into buckets swimming the sea
My Angel sang my song
So I sat down at the closest perch
Hold my hand and dark Mother Earth
I’m not alone, though I’m crying within
How could it be?
How could it be.
Too far away and I’m drowning again
Most of the time
And I love always my song
But it’s getting on
And my soul is still sullen and long
So I’m watching for my forest
To grow and save my demise
And stop reminding me of what went wrong.
Category: frustration
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
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.
Sock (day 2946)
I’ve lost the faith like my ancient sock
Fallen and gambling
Delayed and betrayed
Tied to the system but still struggling on
Finding a meaning in spite opposition
Trying as if it was on my mind
To be the only one left standing
As if alone on the wall would be perfect
You know the moon never sings
Though she sits still and observes
It’s me who sings here every night
Stretched and waning in a mood yet understood
Worn out for the ransom.
Seed (day 2940)
Welcome to an ancient seed
Lost into a diagram
Sold into a paradigm
That missed one houndred marks.
So then the ancient seed becomes
Lost into translation,
A whisper of diagnosis
Spread out onto sheets.
Then when all is lost,
When all notes are acquired
Seed will grow, continually,
No matter stretch of road.
Alive (day 2933)
What defines the being of a man
A lesson learned
A sacrifice
A dollar in the bank
Which none of them
Could ever be
Since none of them alive
So everyone
Bows down to Gods
That none of Man
The same.
When I Was a Soldier (day 2930)
For when I was a soldier
I stood here strong and brave
Cooled my hands with artillery
Fired into the sky
Lasers ate my memory
So fondness was my past
Peace was my marching orders
As death lay all around
Calmly I took each order
Followed to the mark
And every night I lay my head
Proudly I sang my song.
Dogs (day 2928)
I’m going to crawl out sideways
Like I’m carrying a hard edge
My rhythms backbit the scene
So I was ongoing madness descended
No matter the words that I spoke
Two syllables released my mouth
Gravelling and loosening
With a steel shovel reminding me
That a cold soup is awaiting my return
And a method of grandeur
Has gone forbidden and exhausted
And dormant as dogs fall down.
Replaying (day 2926)
Thank you for this story
I hadn’t heard it before.
No, that’s a lie
This has been replaying on my screen
In flickers that resemble each other
A narrative played out
Teamed up
Well partnered
Associated
To such am extent
Neither author nor creator
Knows the other’s handshake.
This tribe is grown
This message is skewed
This enigma has suddenly appeared
And the great world wide
Has fallen in love
So that the trend may continue
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