Art of War (day 2916)

I made love in a hurricane
I tied shoes to a running bull
I sang songs in a cemetery
I drank beers underground
I walked on rope over running water
I flew high then had to come down
I raced fast on a singletrack
I woke up in the dead of night
But I never
Fell asleep
In the Art of War

No Words (day 2839)

Did you listen when I spoke no words?
I could hardly lean to take flight
Soar away, hide away
Aloof my trail ablaze.

I woke up from a foggy bliss
Tended to my flock,
Stepped into a day of glass
Dew upon my shoe.

When I carried over my heart,
Sealed with each singing bird’s note,
T’was then I had no words to share
No sound to match such pure delight.

Dark You Dark (day 2751)

I wrote a poem for you
That felt like a lifetime
It wove its way through dark corners
Of suspicious bars
That looked sideways
And smelt like
The sticky lacquer
Melting off the wooden bar table.
It isn’t enough that you’re here
Vibrating like a toy sized dog
Stuck on repeat
In a cassette tape deck
That likes to eat tapes,
I want more
I want the underside of the table
That’s a garbage can
You don’t look into,
I want the sole
Of a soleless shoe,
I want the rattle in my pocket
From change at our corner store
For your mind is the darkness
I’ll stand in the dark for.

Take (day 2736)

This did not grow up as a chemical
We were legs and arms that took too long
But that’s the end of a string
I didn’t bring nor did I sing
But I stood there like sweet nicotine
With salt between my fingertips
That had a history of danger
So take my hand that’s never left
Joking in my Sunday best
Take me on a pleasure ride
Along the hidden tide of your good time
Take me to the ocean rise
With your breasts and lips so sensitive
Catch me in an open book
That reads like the sweet look
You’ve given to me, carrying me
Roads to anywhere that lead me to harmony
For I’m taken here with you
And I’m resting on a rock
In the middle of my thoughts
With you and a dog that took me along
Have you seen what hides in the field
What grows in between, down on the ground
My tidy shoes and a singing guitar
Take me along.

Take by Ned Tobin

The Mountain (day 2674)

This mountain has grown
So I can not see it’s top
It’s not even stopping
So I’m not stopping
But as I look up so high
Unsurmountably high
I feel deep inside
A yearning for the air
I see high above
And in front of me too
I see both my shoes
And a path rarely travelled
Which today
Of all days
I’ll start here right now.

Red River into Thy Heart (day 2564)

Deceived again
I’ve fallen into
A rabbit hole of goo.
Spewing all sorts of muck
A red river
And a dirty shoe.

Down down down I go
A pleasure cruise gone bad
Leaving little bits of lies
Discarded, buried deep.

And then at once
Sky opens up
Dragons retreat, depart
Leaving dark clouds
Rolling away
And a softened heart
Becomes.

Alone With Myself (day 2550)

I crawled with you into this hole
I left my shoes off
And stepped into the dirt
Clawing at the walls to reach my end
Like a dragon in a fairy tale
Taken down by our valiant soldier
And when I saw my deepest sunshine
I reflected on it’s darkness
An effervescence that made my lip twitch
Morphing into giants on the wall
Leaving me in my hole
Alone with myself

Unknown Seeds (day 2521)

Pointed shoes and unknown teams
Wizards of unknown degrees
Who fall in line with questionable ranks,
Lawless rascals and witnesses

When the song returns to its true tune
Coyotes howl at the full moon
Without truth to be defending
Sprawling out amongst bullfrogs dancing

Does the rhythm carry itself
Between trees of varying thickness?
Through the trails amongst the seeds,
Down the hill and into the distance.

Beat (day 2457)

Sometimes I forget the beat;
Lost souls that took my heart;
Forgetting to write the due date,
I reset my passwords
And upset my stomach
Into a lunch box at breakfast.
I was at the riverside
Listening to bagpipes roll
Like blood letting drilled into my head,
Little splashes kept overwhelming
The lunch I had planned
And my new shoes now soiled.
It’s not that I lose the time,
I keep that in my head
Like Lou Reed holds a note,
It’s that full time
Seems to expand vertically
Nearly catching all of these stars
With a beat I’ve never heard.