Whisper in a little hole
Hold a deep deep breath
Extrapolate
Break strong bonds of resonate
Into a golden fire
Or let it gravitate
Magnetate
Magnetize those eyes
Ride on in a long line of sleepy songs
Brazen with a golden rod
In a tap tap world of
Like and go,
Like and go
And keep whispering
To a lost princess
Holding on to spring’s first tulips
Tag: hole
Into a Hole, A-ho (day 1745)
I wonder, pacing back and forth in the middle of light,
Is there something that’s become thus turbulent undertow?
Have I designed such fit for feet of strangers?
Long walks alone in a forest captures my heart,
Where has thy sweet sun crept away to? I ask in earnest to nodding nuances,
But no answers come back, though I implore twice for free.
Meanwhile slow approaching whisps sling past in a haze of unkempt mystery
Shrouded in man-made asphalt that collects at its side big puddles
For jumping.
And yet my friends among the silence who stand motionlessly absorbent
Carry weight of history so thickly my stomach begins to grumble,
My breath begins to abate me, and a slow tear finds its way into a hole.
So my wandering takes me back to a place I’ve always been
A question that’s never left the tips of my heart-hole that resists coldness
Keeping my toes so at night but warming my soul into abundantly undone.
Students Desk (day 1687)
Memories have begun to leave holes
I dare not fill,
I dare not plug for fear
Night’s sky should wash
Over my visage with a mirage
I could not grasp,
Though searching I should be.
And yet I sit amidst
This abandonned students desk,
My knees hitting a cold metal bar
That reminds me
I am only here a short while.
Holes (day 1597)
Here I held
A circular indent
Ellipsing
As a hole
Hole (day 1562)
As a hole
Strands of my perfect heart
Slowly take rest
Silently still
Safety Net (day 1471)
My safety net has developed holes,
It’s begun to sink with rising tides
That are bringing plastics and driftwood
Into the already discombobulated foray
Of pinks, greens, oranges, and dust.
My dental-floss fixes promote algae
In places I don’t want algae.
Is this growth?
Have I become burdened with my own safety
To the point I’m now over my neck
And flailing for life?
Is this harmonious with progress,
Or is this the definition of distraction?
I recognize I’m becoming dizzy.
Undying (day 1256)
Seeking an understanding
Wrestles into a blackness,
A hole of undying emptyness
Void from here to there.
Like love for another soul,
Escaping through the night
Down cobblestone streets
Filled with reflecting pools of water.
Undying breeds symphony.
Undying curls it’s mystery
Inside out, until it wriggles
Up. Up and out.
Unmanned Headlights (day 1187)
Tunnel down this deep dark hole
With an un-handled shovel;
Unmanned I’m blinking headlights.
I lost mine up to my knees;
Life and dirt is blowin me.
Change is seasons we cannot see.
Two dollar bills and my coffee’s cold.
Dusty love-note’s fading mind,
It’s a dusty love-note’s dying time.
I’ve got a spotlight memory,
Driven by a crazy dream.
Unmanned headlights flickering.
No Direction Known (day 797)
I am a victim of a cry
I am saddened no desire
Your denial of pleasure
Of finer things in life
Another way
I am a truth without a cause
A burning candle without a wick
When things explode
I am the hole
Absent of memory
I am a lesson never learnt
Beaten into fibrous lush
Browned and featureless
Lost and empty
Homeless
I am the midnight street walking
A single fluorescent light aglow
Long shadows down the road
And no finger prints
Left outdoors
I am not your golden rule
Your constant stream of pleasure
Lollygagging in suns warmth
Straight and narrow
There is no direction known
Go! Go (day 145)
Blow your hole
Feed your soul
Collapse your lungs
Inhale your tongues
Allow your young
To reach their fun
Allow your game
To be pretend
Embrace the lessons
Fight the digression
Go! Go with all passion
Love the chaos
And for me, baby
Lets live to remember