Day now
Night was then
Fire here
Cool within
Listless wandering
Stray dog
Feetless throbbing
Cold cot
Less Fear
Forever stuck within
My dear
Hundred miles of sin
(day 142)
Publicly
You are Queen Sheba
Privately
You wreck the silk you lay upon
And cruelly you are
Within all your membranes
Your twisted circles
And battered gestures
Servants who respect
Desire to please
Are treated like vermin
Amongst your knees
To late tomorrow
For the love has all gone
The bitterness reigns
And your friends have all blown away
Into the blue skies of a new day
Presence (day 141)
When the day comes to close
And the wind comes to settle
The eyes adjust to darkness
The summer fades to fall
When the boots leave dust tracks
And the rain covers them up
The nose smells the presence
Of something, much more than air
Your Will (day 140)
A wine with time
Grows better in age
A friendship in bloom
Fostered worries exhumed
And little by little
The trap doors fall apart
The secrets to my heart
Unravel at your will
Not Dead (day 139)
Well fed
Tonight
I shall
Come home
Not dead
Everywhere Everything (day 138)
Has society always been this hurt?
Everywhere I look there are lost lovers
Fragmented dreams
And lost memories swimming somewhere in between
Maybe we should be free
Love everything with adolescent joy
Scrambling over fences to find whats behind
Scraping our knees into time
If then we should see
With eyes larger than experience
How then would we transform?
I walk, and everything goes through my heart
Lost is For Good (day 137)
Lost lovers and lost sinners
Remind me of death
Accept it and rage it
Decide to eat it alive
It’ll set you not forward
If you take it to heart
It’ll teach you to crawl
If understand it you try
Wail out a beat given lonely
Narrate a poem long and comely
Never sit down in style
With past; long, gone, and well
Distress Signals (day 136)
Cannot I lift you
With the words that I speak?
Cannot I hear you
With the ears that I append?
Cannot I see you
With the eyes that I focus?
Cannot I feel you
With the hands that I extend?
When will I know
About the weight of my words?
When will I learn
About the error in my ways?
When will I feel
About the lost lovers night?
When will I remember
About the battle of my days?
The Gift (day 135)
Squabbling Quibian!
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?
How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see
A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?
Little Black Marks (day 134)
A torn emotion
Straight from the heart
Leaves little black marks
Where it once had its start
One more time
It has been there and gone
One more lover
Has played their last pawn
To many useless
Promises come and go
Left for an encounter
For the wind to let blow
But alas!
I shall not give in
This blundering baboon
Forever within