Category: inward

Books (day 205)

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Whiplash
Amongst other things
Seems to drag my daylight hours down
Like the needle fighting the yarn
Spindles through the gates
Shave me again dear lover

Burning
Lowers the daylight hours to a mere glimpse
Cowering in softened corners
Fed time by foreign oils and secret spells
Wizards walk here
Beneath and amongst

Covering the distance with speed
I’ve not seen coming from these here limbs
Since the rain washed away the sense
Built up in evanescence
Oh sigh, long lost love
Beyond all ropes of length

Close books
Fight doors
Leave bores
Slam whores
Eat smores

The Heavens (day 195)

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This journey has been tortured and turned with the omnipresent glare of the eagle
The desires of conquest have been hindered by the scorn of angels
The love has never been spared by cupid, nor by a hungry lover’s eyes
Yet the gears still turn, the ride still rolls

This ascent has been beaten with brutality of breath
Baited with the promise of one pure and descending glance towards the worlds we’ve passed through
A view from the heavens, a wonderfully epic moment of hysteria
As the clouds below part and clarity is felt like the needle sinking in

Mother, won’t you cry with me, die with me
As the young ladies last romance curled its gnarly fingers around the seeping demise
Withered air collapsing into the cruel hands of zero gravity
Mother, won’t you cry with me? Die with me.

Flutter (day 182)

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She lies motionless as I engrave her grace
Enchanted she is as animate as motionless
Yet somehow, without movement or flutter
She is everywhere inside of me
Raping, grasping, pulling, embracing
She motions me to open up
Allowed the emotions they flow together
Shut off, she lies there, a motionless circle
With.more.batteries.
We always play the wrong things
We always love the wrong things

A Smaller Time, A Greater Mind (day 181)

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Remind me soon of days long gone
A heavy tune, a raging song
Hockey skates and falling snow
Made up the nights as I would go

Remember when the goals were big
When laughing came so easily?
I’ve never lost those days of youth
But somethings gone, perhaps uncouth

I fear not, those dancing days
For I know the world in many ways
I’ve slept with saints
I’ve rebelled with sinners

But youth, it still, as time does pass
Reminds me of some greener grass
A teenage crush, a longing stare
Of now it seems I’ve more to care

Forget me not, my lovers stare
Remember the time we lost: were bare
Hold me now, and hold me tight
Today is good, I’ve got more fight

Dear Mother (day 177)

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Directly, I feel blessed
I feel warmed without, within
Your calls, your worries
Mom, they mean everything to me

I can only hope
In all my ways of good and bad
That I may just, in some small way
make up for it, with my kind replies

I may not want to be facebook friends
And I may not want your opinion on style
But, dear sweet mom,
Your hugs are welcome at any time

I know, I know, I’ve got your recipe
For chocolate chip oatmeal, deliciousness in a cookie
But mom, I mean it when I do say
They’ll never be as good as the ones sent my way

Take care, my mother
Take care of your health
Mind is important
Happiness everyday

Moment of Truth (day 172)

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I made a decision
That decision was easy
It was a choice on a matter
Of whether or not
To allow me a luxury
So simple and trite
Inside it is truth
Inside it is me

It radiates outwards
Like the new day’s sunshine
It warms up the heart
Like fire in the hearth
It came to me today
In a moment of truth
To smile for a while
And smile I did do

And I Shall Head Home (day 170)

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Reason comes to the surface like an infected pond
Suffocating the life out of dreams and hope
But that’s ok, it’s just a small pond in the circle of life
Bigger fish will come from different ponds

The memory, however, shall remain constant forever
The fun times afloat our two-seater
Rowing slowly around the familiar banks of destiny
Wearing in the good spots of weathered wear

The boat it can sink, but I surely can swim
The fish it can run, but I surely can reel
The oars they can break, but surely I can then kick
But if, upon the banks where I stand
I should see such a torment dark seas that do bring
I shall pack up my oils, wear my wellingtons proudly
And head home, till the banks they do clear

Unfinished Business (day 168)

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I remember
I hold
I used to sing late at night
I used to hold memories as if they could comfort me

Now
Now I keep telling myself
Whats been has been
No need to forget just move on
No need to wallow just move on
No need to listen just believe

The pieces that once were
Never were

The pieces that have hit the floor
Were never me