Pull together last lights of madness’s laughter
Let lions roar, eagles soar, dragons flare
Left lingering will caution evil’s master
Covering naked sin with melodies gentle subtle layer
And a crying baby reverberating through halls desire
Tag: laughter
It’s a Struggle (day 833)
The soul of a man was never here
There was never a judgement day
The seas never parted for sanctity
No dove soared over these skies
There was no path along the way
No dotted map mapped out
The road was never straight
And the going was never easy
I was never taught vowels to speak
Never held to stop the fall
My cuts were never cleaned
No wounds have ever healed
No grapes have ever grown here
The sky has never rained
Carrots have always stunted
No fruit truck ever stopped
There has never been love here
No kind touch from a woman’s hand
No laughter has ever sung here
No peace has ever been found
Between the Hours (day 823)
I think I forgot my whispers
Ones that wrote of yonder Princes
Striking down foreign conquerors
Wooing fair maidens
And stringing hearts of a thousand courtly ladies
While helping down the fair damosel
Just returned from toxic waters of journeyed shores
I think I forgot to share my love
To shout aloud upon the clouds
About the sky I journeyed to
As the lofty journeyer goes
Where lost was I upon seeing the hawk
And starlings grow
But couldn’t I, in all my guise
Demand a prize forever young
I never knew
I never dreamed
I never sat about the stream
For there I was
Tranquility
Shallow waters
Lost thought
I think I forgot an ancient order
That chivalry demanded
And Providence triumphed
That lasted ’til the morrow gathered
Which never came for long was laughter
Long were hands that guided home
Between the hours of jubilee & rest
Around And Around (day 788)
A beautiful
Spin
That takes me
Around
And around
Ballroom floors
Silver lights
Crystal
Floating
Around
And around
Tracing
Wanderlust
In and out
Flowing
Silk
Around
And around
Laughter
Shines
Wilting
Saddened dreams
Posture
Around
And around
Hand
In hand
Slowly
Gaily
Garden of Eden (day 742)
Float my soul into the Garden of Eden
Mingling with leaves and bountiful trees
Mocking birds perched upon low hanging branches
Romancing me, graceful as I go
Hovering about the top leaves, I
Choicest of fruits sit proud as I browse
Shifting my wind to float down to sin
Dangling my toes in the faces of maidens
Fair skinned maidens with light saris
Giggling at gurgling water flowing by
Lapping amongst their dangling limbs
They acknowledged me with eyes of fair maidens
Playful touching that aroused my desire
I put forth my thoughts to spellbound their minds
Crazy they gathered with worship and laughter
Sacrificed a lamb for love to come faster
Drums led the way into evenings warm prayer
I curled up my soul into a land finely woven
Light summer breeze blew hanging silk fabrics
Sweet Nag Champa floating through our essence
Turning us on our backs to gaze up in wonder
Moans and groans and giggling and laughter
Pillows upon pillows; pillows galore
Candles were lit as lips were nipped
Fruits from the garden, picked and dipped
Light finely wovens covering our perspiring bodies
Naked as the night stars shining upon us
In Garden of Eden and it’s ten thousand sins
She’s Madness (day 727)
She’s sweetheart
A thousand shades of love
Mixed with a crimson alert beacon
Signalling the end of a search
She’s madness
In peaceful laughter
Hovering around angelic
And gold spots in the sun
She’s all love
Like rainbows and
Puddles of fun
Splashing this way and that
She’s warmth
Lying on the sandy beaches
In the mid-summer heat
Floating off into sleep
She’s a tight turn
Whipping that tail around
Splashing white caps
In her hips and her toes
She’s magic
Allusions in wands
With a pot full of potions
And the power to possess
Drained and Bled (day 722)
Refined the madness will walk away
At seasons end to sell your hay
Share the sun, enjoy each day
But don’t get lost along the way
Then if the last straw be drawn
Finding you left standing on the lawn
No goods leftover to be pawned
It will be sorrow; all sun be gone
It’s known it’s fearful inside this head
Laughter spinning around the bed
The makeshift scarecrow: no wit, dead
No roof to shelter, no home to stead
But not all’s lost when wits have fled
A lone wild grouse found and bled
Enough to feed and safely tread
At least for a little while, to ease the dread
If Roads Began To Wind (day 646)
If words like these did sting your ears
If flowers no longer blossomed in your eyes
If roads began to wind for you
Forever may those distrust in me
If I spoilt the love I have today
For a love I won’t have tomorrow
Then let a darkness be the bearer
Of steps I do declare
If my virtues contrast my ways
If my habits exceed my grace
Then let my name ring out in laughter
As a man who toiled his life in vain
If a blade took my life tonight
The ice pulling down my being
If an end does finally come of it
And sets my soul to float away
Which pierces through your heart in pain
Then let your suffering be felt by me
What my dying breath shall whisk away
Glistening in Moonlight (day 629)
It is beautiful, your waltzes
That have stars spinning on their toes
They catch my breath in sweet meditation
While the ground parts dirt for each step
Legs glistening in moonlight
With ripples of motion and sensual glances
I hear wind whispering kisses in my ear
The same shouted loud from your eyes
I glide to the rhythm of the night
Waltzing along in the shadow of your breath
Clapping my Italian leather heels to your beat
Sending echoes down the lamp-lit street
Off into muffled sounds of laughter
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