Without words no man can swallow
Without ideas no man can think
Without legs no man can follow
Without heart no man can provide
Without hands no man can support
Without eyes no man can sympathize
Without toes no man can wade
Without fences no man can defend
Without green no man can spring
Without skin no man can feel
Without hair no man can mind
Without voice no man can speak
Without you no man can be free
Category: motivation
Share It, and Smile (day 755)
Have you ever had one of those mornings
Where you wake up, fresh and ready to go?
Sun greeting you with a smile
Dog with a wag of his tail…
You know, one of those mornings
When the blender blends it all
Without even one single stir
And you remember to put the lime in
Like the feeling of putting on
A fresh pair of underwear
Pulling up the favorite pants
With a very white undershirt
Or like a great hair day
When looking in the mirror
Is simply compulsive
From all angles
It’s hard to find those mornings
But when you do
When it’s within your hands
Share it, and smile
She’s Cheeky (day 754)
She’s cheeky
She tells me to stop
That poetry is dead
ALL POETS MUST DIE
She yells in caps lock
I lament and dig
Into the bowels
Of my horror
Of my rhythmical
Regurgitating madness
To give reason
For my exploration
These darkened spaces
These sappy ballads
My arching expressions
Into confusions womb
Like battle scars
Pocking my being;
Unsettling patrons
Horrifying relations
Yet I try
I push out my heart
Bleed it upon death
Illuminated pixels
Spare tablets
Leftover envelopes
And just push play
Friday Night Shakedown (day 751)
Do not take your hands from the steering wheel and let it drift into unkept edges of city streets.
Make haste! Make speed, good man! Towards dotted lines of hope we must spare no time in pursuing!
But, mind your thoughts as you swerve here and there. Remember precious and delicate matters at hand.
Remember the gambling stone that sits atop at lookout point; sunsets and cityscapes that sweep the horizon so.
Can it mean it is so? Can the limits thrive against the collapsing opportunities of hope thrusting inside my veins?
I should think as you call out my name and shatter my silence that even in the darkest of hours hope should be flung.
Despise my bated breath as non-committal silence that burns down the doors of unturned and untrue thought.
I am a so-called warrior. I am a fenced in guardian. I am a dotted line on the roads to freedom.
I am an invisible sanctity on the lonely island of hope hidden far away from human consumption.
A straightened arrow in the land of many signs, sugar coating fantasy with bikinis and high rise-high cut jean shorts.
Count down my passions as we speed into the night; top down and music shedding our inhibitions like a Friday night shakedown.
Guilty Plea (day 748)
At once there was a gathering of heroes
Soldiers of duty that swore to their master
Guardians of public safety, truth and honor
I, turning round and around
Trapped like a target
Scared like a victim
No it wasn’t a champions bargain alone in the middle
I was the coward; in the game just a pawn
Scrambling for words in desperate desire
In the words of desire I had pulled the trigger
Attempting to alter my position
Captured by the air I inhale, I was gambling
But my hair was not so light
Held up there to scare
I was an example of a rebel to society
Gradually Melting (day 743)
Peace has struck me down with thunderbolts
Rooted me into this earth I am present upon
Gradually melting my senses into one
Uplifting my soul, allowing it to speak
Earth and I become the same breath of life
Spread outward in sweeping omnipresent waves
Like sunshine feeding springtime
This is not motionless life
Bustling about in rhythmic substance
Carrying the tune of time about our backs
Lodged mysteriously between peace and perseverance
Crawling up walls to yell out at heights
I WILL NOT BE SILENCED
Like sunshine feeding springtime
This is not motionless life
Try Again (day 738)
You cannot win every day you try
You cannot lose every day either
You cannot fly among the birds
Without walking among the worms
You cannot begin to know it all
You cannot learn without advice
You cannot grow without a breath
Of inward, deep, and conscious thought
You cannot smell the flowers in winter
You cannot speed the times of seasons
You cannot walk amongst the trees
Without a path to lead you forth
You cannot love without a love
You cannot hope without a dream
You cannot be without a seat
You cannot cry without a smile
But in the end it pulls us in
We wrap around and believe within
A lasting hug, some tea to share
You and me as we try again
Thought Battles Clutter (day 705)
When the fury of time
Grips down on your mind
Cursing your veins
Panic holds the reins
Breath becomes shorter
Thought battles clutter
Heat builds inside
Mind flirting high
These battling moments
Painstaking engagements
Are where men arise
And children will die
With hard grit teeth
Throw away, impeach!
Throw off this shell
Begone with hell!
Rage from our eyes
Come alive, don’t die!
Charge on, smartly forth
Take heed of the course
Furrows Edge (day 689)
When we walk upon thin strips
Of new light cresting upon a fresh day
It is safe to allow ourselves to dream
To breathe deep the subtle air
Awakening sleeping surroundings
While developing the onslaught of madness
That shall soon take shape
Upon the brow of furrows edge
Growing Up and Beaming Down (day 656)
And in infinite bouts
Of unfounded glory
With sun shining down
Upon green grass
Where warm arms
Reaching up with love
Take little moments
Like powerful mother earth
Growing amongst
Spring flowers
Into space we call home
Where this is us
This is our all
And here, together
We are at the peak
Of life’s bounty