Wisdom is an empty sea
And I have gone too far.
I lost my rope, my sign, my star
To keep me mind at ease.
But in this dream my mind was free!
Not holding on as tar,
A flow that never was thy scar.
For if the heart pulls back to flee
The soul knows: nevermore,
Which leaves a man in misery –
A fate no soul should score.
So which of you are ready for:
The lad with eyes of mystery,
Or a maiden waiting at sea’s shore?
Category: lost
Drift (day 1494)
A funny situation has left me struggling,
Self medicated anxiety turning yellow, brown and white.
Upside down and round and round,
There’s nothing left here now.
It used to be a lasting impression
Behind safety walls and rusty cars;
Tall grass means it’s summer.
I am a drifter,
Drifting whisper,
Into my drift I sweat.
In a Sea (day 1486)
In a Sea we are lost:
Passion between indexes
While ruffling feathers
Of un-observed hustlers
Listening to iconic music
Reverberating into the night.
Soul Behind This Country Boy (day 1484)
When we walked away –
So much still left to say,
It was the night I fell in love with her,
Which was the night I walked away.
I cannot talk of spoken promises,
I’ve never left my soul behind,
But the man that I am living now,
Is the man I’d always known.
I landed here with postage stamps,
Unmarked, unspent, untagged, unused,
Nowhere yet to send them to,
Nowhere left that’s on my mind.
A loner as a country boy –
The stars my greatest friends,
I dug a hole that wasn’t long enough
But I fit into just fine.
I am lost into another time,
Though a little light still does shine,
To which my heart infatuates
And I am the man I’ve always known.
Delicate as Love (day 1474)
Overnight, on a highway:
It’s a crystal castle,
Delicate as love
On a midnight escapade
Down a busy London street.
Thump thump
Is my heart,
My radio telling me without words,
Traffic hazard lights
On a steep incline.
I’m not bad,
I’m just dry as a desert rose,
Hot as an exposed armadillo,
Wandering like two lone buffalo,
Not much to say,
Lonely to the very hooves I stomp,
Dust and hunters hunting.
Dimes (day 1473)
Sure, flick flies off the dashboard.
A lonely state of mind,
Flipping dimes to catch a rhyme
To fill up these holes.
A sad song isn’t it,
It’s rambling on.
It’s a deserted road
On a long haul,
Fifth gear kind of haul
In a ’79 automobile.
Safety Net (day 1471)
My safety net has developed holes,
It’s begun to sink with rising tides
That are bringing plastics and driftwood
Into the already discombobulated foray
Of pinks, greens, oranges, and dust.
My dental-floss fixes promote algae
In places I don’t want algae.
Is this growth?
Have I become burdened with my own safety
To the point I’m now over my neck
And flailing for life?
Is this harmonious with progress,
Or is this the definition of distraction?
I recognize I’m becoming dizzy.
Counterpose (day 1468)
I’m scared to understand,
Letting ideas ride deep
Into sleepless nights
And I wonder what ifs.
I don’t let wizards
Paint my low brow dark,
I keep satin stains
Along smirk marks of my face.
I crawl into your yellow marks,
Finishing a day old cigarette
That tastes sour
And makes me upset again.
Counterpose my excellence
Awkwardly adjacent
To a sprinkling good luck,
Nickel and dime water fountain.
I’m going back underground.
Depths of Un-Answers (day 1465)
Deep sunk my undertow
Lay out claws
That pull apart
My open soul –
Pins about my arms.
Place crawling ants
At my feet
Where I wont fall
Into those clasps;
End your heart into
Steaming piles of crustations,
And let it fall apart
Into depths of un-answers.
Doors (day 1464)
Coyote, I have a calling
I have no saying
Nothing to relate
To be told what to do
Do you remember where I walked?
What houses I stopped at?
What doors that opened
And which ones you then shut?