I have begun to soften unnecessary badges of my heart,
Little lines that string my thoughts together
And bury desires and dreams into unnecessary angles.
World keeps turning and I’m crouching down,
Closing my eyes and embracing an uncertainty, insanity,
That’s lost sense in my sturdy hands.
My unnecessary badges and I have lost you –
Which isn’t going to change the moon or sun,
Which isn’t going to flutter my heart any more.
So I carried this unnecessary badge in my pocket,
Two white squares and one measured and cast circle.
Pulling upon corners of a my little lines,
And tangling my dreams because I love you.
Category: love
Safety (day 1698)
I looked at the wrinkles on my hands
The moment you walked out our door.
I won’t pretend I have again
Washed the surface of my heart.
I have started ruling around
Uneven cobbles on my surface,
I have begun to admit uneasily
This wasn’t the safety you wished for.
Storm is on the Ni’ (day 1696)
Weathered by the storm one night
I lay awake in bed,
Trusty steed loose outside
To fare for his warmth, amidst.
I’ve got a heart of gold and
I left my shoes tidy by the door.
Stayed up all night watching
Stars shoot through the sky,
And you told me twice that I
Had led you down the right road.
Now you come home and
Lay awake in bed,
Lay beside me when
Storm is on the ni’.
Forgetting (day 1692)
So can you rummage through my mind again?
Slow down at three AM
With subtle whispers and soft music
Invited in through lacey secrets
And a maze of forgetting.
Free (day 1686)
I’m a bad accident,
You were never meant
To lean into me.
You laid out your blueish veins
And fed everything into me.
Holy, make me free.
Holy, make me free.
You’ll never guess my heart alive,
A system slowly diving
And leaving trails as
Little fetters heave
And break away.
Holy, come and make me free.
Holy, make me free again.
Disguises (day 1682)
When it was ok,
When it was our way,
When it was everything on time,
I had my letters
Upon my tongue
Set to help out
As everything’s alive.
Can you blame me
With such memory,
And now everything’s in disguise.
Brief Thief (day 1681)
I’ve lost the arrows
That once pierced my thickened skin.
I was napping under
A big elm tree
As lazy bees buzzed about,
And I heard no thief
Sneak up along me, but brief.
Tonight’s Sky (day 1673)
To be the lonesome desperado
Spread out on the plain,
Looking for mescalato
In a dusty town again.
What was the last thing that she said
As I kissed her our last goodbye:
“I will expect you back again,
For you’re mine and mine till end.”
As the sun chasing through
Clouds about the sky
A sister hopes out loud tonight
As I say what’s left is true.