I am opening my water hole
Into another sea
Fortune favours me
I closed my eyes and prayed
Mother said I was true
Heard each bird calling
Laid away every weapon
Fought with my own sword.
Tag: fortune
What Makes You Relate? (day 2746)
What makes you relate?
Long standing waiting lines
Clogged with consumers
Looking for sweet redemption
Sold in packaging
Undeniably destroying
Their very fortune.
What makes you relate?
Big superhighways
Circumnavigating
Exhausting into thinning air
Precious cargo.
What makes you relate?
Hand picked produce
With an extra shine
Lacking all imperfections
Of the natural world.
What makes you relate?
Running yet controlled
Exasperated for thy hurry
Speeding in urgency
Crushing in ignorance.
What makes you relate?
Stuck with every freedom
Mentally destroyed
Perceived choice
Lack of ambition
Blaming circumstance
Crippled by fear.
Hallow’d be Thy Casting Stone (day 633)
Love crawled away
And I said safe
Time stretched our touches
And I said delay
Why don’t soldiers of fortune
Get the last wrecking ball
Make last what you love, man
Make last what you love
Perhaps bothered angels
Floated down to touch sin
Leftover madness
Is tomorrow head’n in
Bothered be laughter
Set out in stone
Hallow’d be thy casting stone
Full may its splash be charged
Crossroads (day 147)
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps a little chinchilla
Perhaps a scary Godzilla
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps the eyes of desire
Perhaps the enchanted Medusa
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps a roll of fortune
Perhaps a chance encounter
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps the change of direction
Perhaps a charming burlesque