Chaos and love notes
Spiral out of control
As lovers and gamblers
Sprinkle good will and fashions
Like animals,
Frequent and holding
Onto undone parcels
With inscribed stories
That let little secrets out
One at a time.
Tag: notes
Crawl (day 822)
Crawl without the lines
That pull you to me
Crawl without the whispers
Drawing your innocence out
Let the foundation wrinkle
Let the answers avoid
Flipped pages
Choose your own adventure
Lust filled back pages
Scribbled notes
And locked treasure chests
Beacon of Hope (day 750)
It was gravity that pulled apart my soul
Placing memories into the future
Scattered across untrod landscapes of distant lovers
And pulling down on the edges of my smile
-Here I was thinking I had answers
Solutions to problems surfacing on my mind
Yelling at my little conspirators-
I am a little pinnacle of hard edges and rounded corners
Flashing my bright colours at the kaleidoscope
Busy with horrors that meet my sight symmetrically
Echoing late memories lingering amongst cobwebs
-Did I plan this with my own innocence
Or was it ignorance that left me helpless
Learning from my cold teachers with ill humour-
Crashing down into piles of oozing thoughts
Broken secrets and unanswered love notes
This is not a rehearsal for faint memories
This is a beacon of hope in a sea of madness
Collected Arrows (day 660)
I heard your voice today as it wrung out loud
Sparkling and shining across houndreds of miles
It’s not easy when some angels don’t fly
Long arrows and guided love notes fight perils
But even then days stretch out long
Placing delay at the tip of our tongues
Panic at times as we weave back and forth
Amongst little pillars and settled sailors;
Gamblers on the open world of fortune
Bottle in one hand, out the door with the other
Don’t cry, it wont come easy
[Don’t worry, your voice will be my guiding savior]
So pass love notes with rising vigor
And let the angels wisdom sweep over
Your eyes, your demeanor
Hour heart can rest here a while
With bundles of these collected arrows
Revelate Your Soul (day 652)
I’m bad baby
I’ve got the dog pound taking notes
I’ve been eating leftovers for breakfast
That’s how late I stay up
Let the top down
And the bomp-ity-bomp bomp
I’ve been level with these gangsters
Pumping rap-techno outa their
Candy apple Civics
I’ve been laying low in this ghetto
Pullin raps outa these brainz blown
Cause you know I’m built
On layers of soul, soul baby
I’ve got soul, soul baby
You’ll be bumpin there
In your same mistakes
Your bitches be walking sideways
Cause they’re all screwed up
All screwed up
Listen long to these lines
Cause they’ll revelate your mind, baby
They’ll revelate your soul
I’m rollin’ out
Peace
Dirty I Dry (day 491)
I’ve met you on the streets of Athens
Scribbling notes in you paper bound pad
I’ve photographed you sitting in a doorwell
Along the dark streets of Budapest
I’ve handed you change from my own pocket
Calm as I was, poor as I be
Because I’m a fortunate soul
You, begging with a bowl
Most would call an ornament
From the crumbles of Istanbul
Sitting on the stool sipping your tea
I’ve washed in your bathroom
My dirty hands of pain
As I smoked the hookah bong
Struggling forward in the death of desire
Bucharest pulls from my hands
I’ve slept alone with my fathers ghost
Dying in the ashes of a holocaust
Purified in the frozen ocean
Of the forgotten Baltic lands
Riga took away my pain
One knitted scarf at a time
Until my condom did run dry
My bitch dog fattened on the ham discards
As I strolled choking through the graves of kings
And as I stripped bare
And threw myself about the rocky shores of Stockholm
I learnt that I could still walk
In spite my increasing desire
To elevate my feet, out of the rain
Dry, protected with the wax from a can