Stuffing Dance (day 2903)

I’m getting tired of this dance
Stuffing our faces
With experiences
We dont know if we enjoy.
Who designed our minds?
Who gave us this style inprint
That requires consistent change?
Updating, renewing, regulating…
There is no end game
It’s just a consume point,
Many consume points
That filter me
Based on my character profile
That I work hard at eliminating
Because I’m a stereotype
Who doesn’t like being stereotyped.
I’m entitled to use my words
More than I use my action,
And I take pains to twist words
To judge others
Before I myself
Be my harshest critics.
Lost on a translation
Misunderstanding,
This changing time…
Imagining a different world
We hope to be in
But refusing to acknowledge
The disconnect
With a path that is too far gone.

Wondering (day 2899)

I wondered how many stars could align
How many mistakes I could ever make
I wondered if there was any way in the world
I could ever make sense of what I could not learn.

I wondered if there was beautiful symmetry
In the colours that lay upon Bumble Bees back
I wondered if Tree had the consciousness
To let out its needles and drop all its leaves.

I wondered how Weeds felt blowing in the wind
I wondered how Evening felt always chasing the day
I wondered how Birds felt calling out in vain
And on everything dust settles like snow and the rain.

Madly In Love (day 2897)

I am madly in love with you
I forget what I’ve said
Because every day
Is a new devotion
To the woman you are
The woman you have always been
The woman you hide behind
The woman who scares you.
I wake up each morning
Whispering your name to the Gods
They call back to me
With gentle touches on my lips
And in those moments
Visions of our past
Float to my tongue
And the depths that you penetrate me
Take me sweetly, evenly
Softly towards a new day
That reminds me
Of the gentle harmony
I find myself in
When I watch the happiness spread
Upon your lips in front of me.

Singing Bowl (day 2893)

I cannot shake the essence of unlimited
Grand gestures that flow
Almost gutteral
From the moments I find twilight
Reaching around my corners
To awaken what beast
I sing my songs with.
My bones rattle,
My mind expands,
My very being seems to float
Like vibrating melodies
Floating upward
From deep bowels of a singing bowl.

Grip (day 2891)

I want to rain down
Like the Gods I’ve always admired
Spiral my madness
Deeper into Mortal Souls
And laugh as Time
Emits no stress on my psyche
And lays barren
No emotions I have once had
For it is my breath
That drives me forward
Undescribeably powerful
And taken by a grip.

Not Lost (day 2884)

I don’t want to be lost at sea
My memory has drawn me
In more than mohagony
So talk to me like harmony
Sweetest voice I’m cheerily
Making my way, landed sweetpea
Underscore to punctuate thee
Drawn tape and ripped cd
Catapult legends we see
And then wearily
Echoes of our hearts reveal
Landed ground, walking reverie
Grown at last my heart’s wildly.