Spirals (day 3014)

This is fine
This spine
The Earth descends
And dances it’s secret
Towards the ancient seed
That glows
And sows
It’s endless womb
Encircling the mess
That crawls and creeps
That slime
That whine
And soon enough
Memory fades to clouds
And then before
The door
What more?
Creaking of the hinge
That leaks a light
Scaring off
The bunny
Looking back.

The Aftermath (day 2982)

Madness is my rawness
A cool wind trickling in
Through the carelessly
Awkwardly
Blindless blinds in a breeze.

Through my heart I sense exposure
A germinated seed standing tall
With dandilions and sweet summer grass;
An attic vent left unkempt.

Longing for Sun to strike
A moment I’ve anticipated on the wall
But each of them still blocked as past tense
Scented with a candle’s wick.

Seed (day 2940)

Welcome to an ancient seed
Lost into a diagram
Sold into a paradigm
That missed one houndred marks.
So then the ancient seed becomes
Lost into translation,
A whisper of diagnosis
Spread out onto sheets.
Then when all is lost,
When all notes are acquired
Seed will grow, continually,
No matter stretch of road.

Remembering Me (day 2879)

For what I shall not remember here
I shall lay these grasses aside
I shall divide my remaining seeds
And plant my memory
So that in ten thousand days
I can outline my path
Each softening step along the way
That grew me into self
Until I reach the place
I’m trying to lead myself too
Where each my different voice
Rest knowing what I do not know.

Walk Past (day 2846)

A seed holds the makeup
That many have tried to be
No matter what each’s need
Fallacy, differences of a breakup
That holds within: a shakeup
A life well lived can see
Is it not in each’s creed?
Oh Devil! Dare not to stand up!

For it shall be the path
Not thy evil trickery
That takes account, that can last
For in mimicry
No sustenance life hath
Only a land of devilry
Thus a man shall walk past
What calls out in infamy

Pale Roses (day 2819)

And today I shall lay here
Covered in pale roses
Trying to remember
What I could never hold on to
For it has slipped
It has risen from my clutches
To escape into thin air
Like landscapes turning seasons
And wind carrying seeds
It has shifted
And now it is I
Left here invincible
Carrying these pale roses
With nothing but a dry, empty vase
Crystalline.

Angels (day 2808)

I took a cut out of ancient Seed
Planted for two mouths
Carrying my load
I walked into
Cave, so darkened now.
When I stood bare,
Face to face
With Angel who knew my name
Who asked me only one question
To learn how I had came,
To which I remarked:
I shall not remain
Only I shall wear your mark.
She then held me
And we shared all
And I became her name.

Once Seed (day 2771)

Rage at the antics talking heads play
Forced to surrender, no other way
Lost is ancient, history’s gone
For a game of dollars, enemy’s way
Has taken our diversity
Plants natural genome
Genetically modified, organic no more
Infecting, irreversible turned our seed
Unrecognized, sterile, stale,
Yet to talking heads playing games
A patent awaits the honeybees bum
To take from the farmer lands that his hands
Have nurtured and worked,
Life giving no more.
/end lawsuit