Loosely I gloss over dusty pages laid to waste in the molding sun
Counteract, balance, organize, destroy
Cherishing all the curves that come with the letters
Anarchy among the lines portraying organization in ruins
Shred my evidence that leaves its beauty mark
Among the leafs of forgotten memoirs
Along the memories of forgotten penmen
Category: poem a day
A Lonely Visit (day 14)
Wandering as I hop from patch to patch
I find the grass here, I find the grass there
To me it makes more sense to hop
Than stroll along lazily like a silly ol’ dog
A stump I’ve found, but continue on past
Only the lushest of bushes will please
A mushroom, a dandelion, I’ll stop and I’ll smell
But it’s those carrots of which I truly delight!
Sniff and a nibble, hop and I’ll stop
Instinct it is, I’ll carry on forth
Dancing around with my bum in the air
A rabbit I is, without any ol’ care
A Share (day 13)
I share with you to share, I dare
To me a share I want with you
A share to share because I care
We share this chair, we share a cure
We share this stare as deep as shag
Under it all I pose the question
Dear oh dear what shall I wear?
Slowly, Please Not Fast (day 12)
Slowly, baby. Please don’t make it go so fast
I’m enjoying the cool breeze roll through my sleeve
I like the sun staying there in the sky
Don’t hold up that light today, it’s a slow ride home
Please, baby. Don’t you make my eyes lonely
Make the road never mourn me
I want to feel it roll all night
Thunder, wheels, lights, and wipers
Keep your eyes on the road baby!
Rolling (day 11)
Exciting elaborence of twisted tangles
Following the rivers of nostalgia and indulgence
Tampering the side effects of sickening reverence
Slide. Slide with it and glide.
Divine, prosper and prophecize with siblings
Ranting and raving at disgruntled earthlings
Disgusted with the forgotten underlings
Roll. Roll with it and glide.
Take your time and flick the coward
Maybe the disturbance will move forward
Laughing and following and lack of regard
Heavy. Heavy with it and glide
The Goods (day 10)
That personifies excitement
A whole day filled with it
A blueish sky, redish clouds
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
With whips that clearly lash
And hair as black as night
Leather that moves my eyes
In fury that hath no ending
A fury that hath no ending
My speed which reaches vibrations
I’ve not yet been trained at
My engine loudly ticking away
In sweetened rhythmic banging
In sweetened rhythmic banging
That personifies excitement
When I roll into another day.
In Faith We Often Wander (day 9)
As autumn turns white as pearls
I’ve never let you go
As leaves have long since fallen
There’s never been inward fog
As ices water our fields
Birth it neighs with life
Wobbly knees and scared eyes
There’s never been overwhelming rains
As the rains have been scared by gold
Navy blues, purples, and burgundies
Watching the bee lazily wander
No searing burns have ever fazed
As sprouts begin to curl
What was calf is now a cow
Vibrant greens have all turned yellow
Yet still no weathering of my soul
Belief (day 8)
There’s times when all’s seeming far
When the sky is nowhere near
The future of forgotten years
There’s a lady without a memory
She spoke her mind to me
Never left me when I’s in need
Them’s was times it’s all I’d need
That caring hand
Come wash me away with sand
And then, in a saddened day of love
She got whisked away that day
Into another’s arms of stone
For me I was left here, left here all alone
Without a second soul
That would never let me go
So then, as I walked away that day
I was left to sit at bay
Wondering, though curious of all my ways
Could you ever listen again
Without your judging hand
And forever on your mind
A Gamble (day 7)
It’s late at night, I can feel the blood running through my body like left over pizza
My ears are piqued, somewhat similar to concerned gophers peeking about for danger
The lights are turned down low, but not nearly low enough for transmission faults
I can feel the soul crushing sound emanating from the four doors of my sedan
and I’m feeling like trouble.
7 o’clock runs through my veins like the trouble I’m meant to be
Ringing of laughter and dreams I can play the movies I know last two hours long
But that’s alright, my judgement’s impaired with the fresh smell of a falling sun
It’s an amazing day turned amazing night, lovers are high with sinister anticipation
and I’m looking for trouble.
Shameless Ego Crushing Apology (day 6)
I think it was me
Or maybe that’s just ego
But if it was me
And, of course unintentional
Then I’m faint
And light headed
And sore with sorrow
For the injustice I have caused
I am sorry
But if not
If it’s nothing to do
With things I have done
Then tell me dear lover
What thwarts thou?