Soul Love (day 2707)

Let me love you like I can
Hand full on at a time
To let me find you in the sky
Driving for between your thighs

Fast is the main emotion
That hits me straight on in the heart
Where you often spend your days
Driving through my fertile soil

Let me love you like I can
For every day I lay awake
Fevering with a full desire
To hold a nightlight to your fire

With the arrow of my vision
Feel these flung straight on to you
I have but one main ambition
Baby I’m on to this fruition

Amock (day 2520)

I’m an artistic soul who runs amock
Given in to too many fantasies
Only a hammer to my name
Come and enjoy loving hard
And long haired legged truth
Driving a hard bargain
With a straw hat for the sun
Leaves a weary worker
Leaning in for two more glasses
Reminding him of a ghost
Running deep in his blood
Scoffing at each new penny
Spent in mirths dear folly
Along the road of distant drumming.

Friendly Girl (day 2105)

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

No, not one to judge racially
Not one to define boundaries
Not one to mistreat, mistrust
I share in this mighty earth
Respecting green miracle of growth
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys all the seeds that I sow.

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

Looking back it’s not easy
Had my heart on the line
Had too many unwritten songs
Yet nothing’ll stop me
My drive is what makes me
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys going for a ride.

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

To Come and To Go (day 1785)

With a new passion
I have come to my home
Laid out my plans
I am to come and to go

With a new drive
I have come to my home
Saddled up and ready
To come and to go

With a new heart
I have come to my home
Beating and thrusting
To come and to go

With a new eye
I have come to my home
Eager and willing
To come and to go

Long Drive (day 1506)

You were a long drive
Along an empty highway
Through Boise, Idaho
At a quarter after 10;
Cool night air flowing in,
Rock music flowing out.
You were coming home tonight
But you’re not coming home tonight.
You are the noisy lily-pond
As stars sing out goodnight.
Long drive rolling home.

Love Steps (day 1029)

What does it take to love you?
What does it mean to hold your heart?
Like a delicate silk perfectly folded
Into five evenly spaced sides
Without creases.

What kind of fingers dance, prance
About sticky honey-buckles?
Long strands of hair into the deepness of my soul.
For forever was a long drive
Straight West into sunset’s romantic heart.

What kind of foot pierces clear waters of a hidden brook?
What does the water taste like
After it drips off your tentative toes
Recoiling into giggles, riddling squirrels
Into silence.

Brothers and Sisters (day 288)

We fight for our money
We fight for our bread
We fight for the clothes on our back
But do we fight for our brothers and sisters?

We fight for our gold
We fight for our oil
We fight for the car that we drive
But do we fight for our brothers and sisters?

We fight for our computers
We fight for our iphones
We fight for the laptop we squander
But do we fight for our brothers and sisters?

We fight for our drugs
We fight for our pension
We fight for the crimes we commit
But do we fight for our brothers and sisters?

[This poem is dedicated to the brothers and sisters who are effected every day by the terror of what is known as Kony. Please give the Invisible Children a voice.]

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