It is a problem,
For I have not found it here yet.
Spires have taken my holiness
Unaccounted for,
Untrained,
Un-restricted.
Like a dove in flight,
But without regret.
There shall be no more passion,
No more emotional choices.
So it lays thus, solid and lifeless,
Awaiting a deep agony,
A lifeless sympathy,
That shall agree with
No more of this world
And of its gains.
Floundered,
Spinning into earth
Yet leaving marks: vivid,
As the Oak leaf stays
Through Winter.
Tag: emotional
Slender Daggers (day 1841)
I want a girl who wears black eye liner
As thick as her lipstick, black.
Who wears emotional sleeves in
Long, slender daggers
Piercing my emotional state
With a heart so green
I have a hard time understanding
Where my ideas have gone
In a heart, forever long
And edging ever closer to my slender daggers.
Wind (day 1217)
I alter the states of my mind
To allow the gusts of thought pass
As if they had just become mingled
In a thousand cobwebs
That had secrets and truths
And memories long ago
Been buried in my parents back yard
Along side Angus, the family dog,
And Winne, our brown and white guinea pig.
This is where the present comes from,
Shifting from side to side
Hardened pieces of driftwood
And last years decaying perennials.
Wind may bend and curve my states of emotional madness,
My shifting moods and sands and magical feathers
That answer all of my questions,
But time roots all of these gusts
Into solid memories of the old arbutus
Clinging to mind when I close my eyes
And let the wind run through
These states of my mind.
Emotional Eyes (day 846)
Shifting deep within
Subtle contradiction between then and now
Tugging at my sleeve
Asking to align settings
Fresh; fancy free
Walks beside me, whispering in my ear
Nuzzling my lobes like a lost lover
Encouraging my engagement, my desires
On a whole other level
Desire meets dreaming
Mystery walks on into horizons
Free of all maps forced to lines
Divinity lowers its lotus petal
A launching pad towards the source
Talking with emotional eyes
Love filled with pure energy
Letters in Words (day 647)
Words spill out from depths of my soul
Draping their sustained endings
Across tips of my limbs
Stopping for emotional pauses
Amongst flaps of skin
In flexed and crooked joints
Allowing me to contemplate
Longevity and meaning
Of letters I sling together