If I could write my passion down
On memory two by two squared four
I’d be alive just like the sky
Floating high above for me
I’d sing of open fields to cross
Of bird’s flight so free
Of whales who’d dive far into see
A game amidst unknown
I’d climb each tree
And shoot each arrow
A target I’d always know
I’d have at least
Ten thousand tomorrows
To let loose into the air
As if they were a sign of my
Devilish nature afloat
Like a growing fire
Amidst embers so hot
One by one’s begun.
Tag: alive
Free (day 1686)
I’m a bad accident,
You were never meant
To lean into me.
You laid out your blueish veins
And fed everything into me.
Holy, make me free.
Holy, make me free.
You’ll never guess my heart alive,
A system slowly diving
And leaving trails as
Little fetters heave
And break away.
Holy, come and make me free.
Holy, make me free again.
Follow Me (day 1685)
Don’t follow me
I am not feeling good.
I am not yet alive,
I am still feeling dead.
You gave your heart to me,
In a better time I
Had my heart alive,
Had my head held high.
Who is my glow out there?
A beacon lost at sea,
An ember fading fast,
A whisper, died at last.
Disguises (day 1682)
When it was ok,
When it was our way,
When it was everything on time,
I had my letters
Upon my tongue
Set to help out
As everything’s alive.
Can you blame me
With such memory,
And now everything’s in disguise.
Frost (day 1592)
Where are my eyes,
The sad fellows singing heart songs
Along icy Nordic roads
To the beat of thump thump thump –
Hard footsteps to control
As solid Mother Earth
Shuts down her blooming
To awaken the underbelly of life
That slowly crawls in vein-like formations
Through all things
Dead or alive.
Where are my eyes
That I have not let sing
But needlessly fret over wrinkled sheets,
Ignoring the awakening world
In a thin veiled frost,
Laid out as if the spine of her neck
Were strangely tingling
Alerting her of tragedy.
Where are my eyes?
Water (day 1482)
This heart, this heart,
So crisp and clear,
No honesty is left unsaid,
No crevice left unfed.
Hastily moving in torrential exalt
From heavens above
To earth, far below.
And in this journey –
Over cliffs and through ponds,
Your kindness forgets no soul,
No hand left out to dry.
No creature, living nor dead,
Escapes your kind flow,
Effortlessly flowing abundantly
In a perfect example of life.
Symmetry.
And mine toes! They’re freedom!
When dipped in your stead.
No greater feeling alive,
Nor consistently fed
Then your bounty to my bread.
Cycling City Streets (day 1451)
City sounds reverberate
Off multicolored baseball caps
And stuffed flower boxes
That blur vision when
Traveling at cycling speed.
But bypassing red light lines
In spinning fashion
Has a sort of air to it
That pulls hard on lungs
And makes the day feel alive!
Root Cause (day 1274)
I don’t want to explore your heart,
I don’t want to balance the abundance of the universe
Upon two lovely chakras and deep kiss.
No one wants to be this alive.
Life, as alive, blooms in bounty
Interpolating yesterdays and tomorrows
Until far away lands caress.
Throw me away long glances.
There will be no answered questions.
I will not be your root cause.
Inhale Exhale (day 1155)
A drop of rain touched my nose today
And I bent down amidst my garden,
Which left me thinking to myself
How lovely it was to be alive.
That this was alive.
So as I delicately pulled
Each raspberry I had bent to pick
I understood the message
Was to inhale, exhale.
Dreaming of Singing (day 1100)
A range of extremes rushing through my heart
Billows and swells my emotions alive.
So I, all exposure; wind at my neck,
Look to the distance with dreamy eyes sans regret.
Moments that crawl deep in mud
Shaking mystery free from it’s longing and clutching grasp.
A sad song sung alone, echoing off towering cliffs.
A sweet song sung on a bellowing clarinet.
Could you lie to me just a little bit longer?
Rush to my head on a caffeinated high.
Your sprouts in my garden are light in my eyes,
And singing alone’s become quite obscene.