Alone in the bush
I continue
With plans in my head
That smile
I step over needles
And cry
Fill up my basket
That weighs
Of burden and memories
But I
Step to the side
And put
My soul into knees
To feed
Life I live
With health
Of strength from battle
I grow
Deep rooted tree
To fall
Upon hands of a maiden
And laugh
Until my eyes weep no more
Sunshine
Fills up my soul
No more
Do I share tears with this earth
Now just
A love that has peace with itself
And smiles
Tag: cry
Peaceful (day 577)
We all pay attention
Look into the glass
And watch the bubbles form
We all sit in a crowded bar alone
Staring into the absence of mind
And wonder about our journey
We all smile at the little children playing
It’s an uncontrollable thing
The same as laughter modifies our face
We all meld into the future
Unconscious of our friends we lose
Happy about the footsteps we’ve led away
We all have to cry
It’s inevitable in our destruction
It’s peaceful, after the storm
Warrior Cry (day 567)
I’ve tried to pull the gun a thousand times before
Planning with unending tenacity
Sifting through the dusty pages of yesterdays notes
While I watch my brothers pull away with theirs
I see the champions hold their trophies proud
And still I cry for justice to revenge
I struggle with my ends that dare cut down the strings
That weave a heavy cobweb like the clouds above
I try with intelligence to seal away my fate
To push my luck with effort after work
But still as I pray upon my victims: few
Then out of the dark
A lone warrior cry rings
That brother of lust
The one that was lost
Gathers his weapons
And races off to the fight
The Layers (day 515)
The urge is to cry
To roll up my sleeves
And drag my knuckles dry
Pity that holds hands
Hugs deeper than your throat
Meaningless dripping sands
Innocence that’s bleeding red
Hunger rolling eyes
Still lying naked on black night’s bed
Cupping breasts cold as ageless
And sipping wine with fine dark chocolate
Slipping through my anonimical mess
I die with the tears of acid
Flowing freely from the stone
Black with ash smelling acrid
Don’t lie to me angel face
Licking your feathers and pouting your lips
Desire makes death tangled with lace
Peace (day 495)
Did you cry when I left you there at the cements edge?
Treading lonely along the gravel paths that flirt with the edges of grass
Sunsets that pull at the hairs on the neck
Old boats that wait at the end of the docks
Did any of this make sense to you when you cleaned out the dust?
I filtered out the crap that flowed through the pipes below the uneven cobblestones
I crawled over the little places that stuck into the darkness like the night
Forgetting about the passenger bags that crawled along the benches
Filling up the pouches of candy that floated about edges of sanity
Greedy lips that worked their magic with pieces of love
Stuffed into greedy cheeks that held their peace with clouds
And then the sun set, and the peace was felt
As the dust trails floated off into the distance
Whispered On Breezes (day 411)
And why did I cry those symphonies of sadness
Gloating in my fear of change and misunderstanding
Shivering in my woven cottons, thick with dew
And why did I turn on the sad songs late at night
Darker than the dreams threaded upon the weary roads
Wilder than the rivers yet to be crossed
And why did I put out the white flag, tattered in the wind
Sickening the neighbors with fear and dread
Inviting the armies to beat down and rape
And why did I walk the street that had no name
Windy and uneven, thin and unkept, silent and poorly lit
With hands deep inside the pockets that had no bottom
It’s the answers I hear whispered on breezes late at night
The Fall (day 405)
Candles going out
Means it’s time to go home
I never wanted to leave
It’s no different tonight
Wild horses float through my head
They cannot drive me away
But candles will burn me out
Leave me sleeping alone
Again tonight
Alone in my three post bed
The hard stuff that never soothes my soul
Creeps into my soul like a deep winters freeze
Casually dropping in
For a mid-summers dream
When I cry whispers
The dangers that lay ahead fall behind
Ground grows thinner in the air up here
Cowboys head home
Only their fire smouldering in the earth
Lay claim to the path
Leaving the only trace of the evenings before
In a ballistic approach to ground control
And into the day when the sun grows higher
Clouds form again, signalling the fall
Maybe (day 254)
I may have been sleeping when I wrote this
But I was told to hang my head and cry
I may have been aware of the anger ahead
But I was watching my back for a lifeline
I may have been worried about the future
When I asked you to cover my steps
I may have been dreaming of another place
When I asked you to marry me
But dear angel that floats on so high
Come down here a while and bless this guy
Perhaps the snakes and candles will entertain you neigh
Perhaps the passion now present will never die
I may have cried all day long
For a woman who had been gone so
I may have worn out the sweater of lust
To a song that had never played on
I may have bled, maybe
The Future (day 242)
Some days I can memorize the stars that look upon me
[Laying naked in the grass; I let it bleed]
Souls reach out from bloated heights
[I cry alone and let the moonlight carry my sin]
Deeper and deeper into the melted horizon
Slowly crawling its weary arc
Further and further into tomorrows dreams
[It is now I rise awake]
Galloping faster into the future
To return another day, in different form
A different place we both shall align from
Mercy (day 218)
I can still sit here and die
I can still sit here and cry
I can still sit here and ball up my mercy
And chain weights to my ankles
I can roll up the money
I can tie up the anger
I can embrace the holy seed that runs
And jumps upon the dusty ragged car
Leave me your sandy shoes
Your beach towel that floats upon your shoulder
Lead me to the prayer tree
Sturdy and singing for me tonight
I can sit here and try
I can sit here and drive
I will sit here and ball up my mercy
And chain weights to my ankles