There is nothing wrong with the mood
There is no point in living without the emotion
Like a sad song that plays on repeat
There is no other choice but the long list of emotions
There is no other way
But to sit here, spending my life
Hiding my heart away
Into little boxes awaiting memories
That will grow their own safety nets
That will find their own road
Away through the vault of time
Like a painted canvas laid down in a fury
That’s blown down one million walls
Blasted through the little raptures in space
As they grabbed out like the innocent chains of time
I will spend my whole life writing
I will make my whole life lasting
I will hope for the life lasting
Into the arms of the memories I’ve still got
Power of a Woman (day 370)
It is the evenings walks
Which I grow fond of
With Aiku and the princess herself
We roam the streets
At half past eleven
A dog and myself makes three
We speak a tongue
A foreign tongue
That rolls out of my head like sugar
I’ve learned a poem
A rhyme for the moon
It is here I’ve learnt
The power of a woman
It is where my heart grows fond
Farmer’s Fields (day 369)
At first their is a little track
At which I rush along
Then comes some wild, untamed grass
To far from the farmers arm
Then comes a fence
Barbed with a deadly glare
The field, freshly plowed
Does sit upon the fences other wing
It’s here we find
The rows of dirt
Nearly as straight as I can draw
With seeds, no doubt
For the season of growth
For the farmer to reap and sow
It’s square to him
But diagonal to me
I see it at these speeds
And after that
What ends the flat
A sprout of lovely hedges
From here we see
The story continues
In likewise fashion and theme
Into the distance
Where the eye can see
To the end and then beyond
But wait! What’s that
When I stretch my eyes
I find there in the distance
A village, of sorts
A few houses at best
But they mark the farmers existence
Perhaps it’s there
That more playful life
Also does exist
Tickle The Clouds (day 368)
Giant arching thunder beasts
Tickle the clouds up high
Flashing their brilliance
Only for the teasing sun
Their spin is never ending
No beginning or an end
They make life more bearable
Electricity sent through their wings
Perhaps the morrow will thank us
For bringing health to her door
Perhaps the clouds will anger
At their nemesis forever more
First Horn (day 367)
The serene beauty caresses my being
I watch it from ten houndred meters in the sky
Rising sun catches a glimpse of a bird
Making it’s way further into the day
The trees hardly move now
At this mornings early calm
The rabbits hop slowly
Shaking off the freshly set dew
The clouds they are heavenly
Parting here and there for blue sky
Perhaps the starling will fly today
Screeching into the sky
Breakfast is a faint smell away
Lingering like a fond memory
Today is beginning now
I hear the day’s first horn
Heat (day 366)
Remind me next time I’m in these parts
To wear my shorts
I cannot remember the last time
I felt this kind of heat
It’s like a summer at the beach
And I’m in full sweater and jeans
It’s like I’ve got two hot packs
Resting in my pockets
Standing by the fire
Or too close to the sun
It’s like I’m in a sauna
And fully clothed
Perhaps even some mittens
And a cup of warm tea
No, none of that’s equivalent
To the heat I’m feeling today
This is much worse
I assure you of that
One thing I do know
That today I sure feel
That summer has now come
And I’m to wear shorts
Windows (day 365)
Some little shit
Keeps closing the windows
I’m beginning to lose my patience
With this bloody heat in these cars
Hades (day 364)
I’m still alive!
It’s been 7 weeks
Or maybe more
Since I’ve been gone
And all I’ve got
Are two black eyes
Hair full of toil
And hands full of scars
As expected
I’ve grown accustomed
To the heat down in Hades
I’ve opened windows
To invite a nice breeze
Why then do I suffer
Must I make some more work
Down here in hell?
I’ll jump on the next train
As it weaves its way through
Partially shaved countryside
Little hamlets and small pastures
Under bridges and through valleys
We arrived this morning
As we jumped through the gates
Herded by capped men
..there is nice music down here
Fated to my suffering
I settle down
I mark my territory out
Amongst the green sailors
Who’ve practiced their gothic
But dear I’m lost
Regardless of their post
High up in the sky
I’ve lost my way down here
With the rest of them
Bastards of the Sea (day 363)
Lazily I wander around the busy streets
Staring in the eye the man with no feet
I understand that I’m not the only one
With the last of my kind waved goodbye long ago
Perhaps I’ll meet again
With the uninterrupted bastards of the sea
The regular people
Dangling with toes getting cold
Legs running out of peace and happiness
Mind settling into my eyes of change
Distraction falling into the bottle
Memories flashing into the eye
And I, with my hands of change
Wander further into the day
Empty Pints (day 362)
Random offerings
Pass up another
Attempt of civility
Perhaps better
Than humility
But never
Never better
Than camaraderie
Another empty pint
(This one goes out to the girl with the bright pink hair, jacket, and guitar who shared a story with me)