How do you manage the weight of the world
When the weight of the world is too much?
When the birds are all sent to the sky, flying
By the dinosaur bones floating through the air?
How do the trees that lived for ten thousand years
Live for thirty years rotting in a house?
How does a landscape dug up, bulldozed around,
Erected with skyscrapers of metal and glass
Placed on the land held sacred for generations
Now become meaningless and void?
Perhaps it’s become a subject of cultural appropriation
Us humans and that of the Gods,
Powerful mother Gaia and her wiles and subtlety
And a grandiose sense of reality.
Category: frustration
Current System (day 3037)
How is this not over?
Fear – struggling – madness;
Recovering from a big hangover.
The ball has dropped
Catapulting darker and darker
Into the realms of ancient sworn secrets
And magic necromancy.
We have left the game
Forgotten the password
Emptied our sins
Into a madness of enslaved.
And for what gain?
That’s exactly it.
This whole time
It’s been for gain.
Lost Cause (day 3034)
I feel upset
The photos have all been captured
In ten thousand different ways.
No matter what the thought is
It’s gone on and had its way.
The angle is found
The lens is used
The camera is easily within reach
The model is tired
The couch is worn out
And I’m upset
Without my way
– I’m lost in a sea of haze –
With nothing but
Inspiration
Surrounding me out here,
Targeting my weakest hour
Flashing goes away.
Gray Angel (day 3024)
I am not an angel.
My wings broke,
And the sky laughed
While sun spit pink
Upon both edges
Of the letting horizon,
And just as trees
Bagan to bend
Like wings of a crow
Moving again,
My two feet
So placed
Into thick layers
Of mud, unfolding,
Began to tremble
And quake
Further losing development
Of each gray spot of mind.
At Our Last (day 2994)
I protest
So should I remain un-standing
Deceived
By the gloriest of scandals
Indebted to those
Enslaved by the system
Employed
To disgrace
Our last ethic
Outstanding
And scarce.
Moving (day 2978)
Most of my waking life
Spent in a box I never packed
Holding on
Closing up
And an empty truck
Going.
When the moon was high
I felt the light
Sold it all
Marked it down
And finished paying rent
Three bedrooms apart.
Wrong (day 2975)
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.
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.