Collapse of reason had me leaning
Swung arrows behind my back
With a growl about my shoulders
A howling I did go and seek
Underneath the covers
Uncovering what’s left to consume
Richness of heart believing
Leaking in to a celebration
Lanterns in the sky float
River takes me home.
Tag: shoulders
Getting Warm by the Fire (day 1324)
A minute attraction
Lifted heavy shoulders
Of an indescribably unfortunate
Sonic blue eyes.
Burdening a whisper
With half truths
And leftovers,
Until a faint sensation
Shifted every moment
Into definitive Nirvana.
My Bare Shoulder (day 949)
It’s my lingering svasti
Draped over my bare shoulders
As I sweep the streets
Unconsciously rambling
I don’t keep you for myself
I don’t hide you in my arms
You don’t reply to my encroaches
We become inanimate
But, like disaster’s calming exit
Left is my aching soul
Hunger for time, and more time
To reap and to sew; good (su)
Pushing Defeat (day 792)
I am pushing away my talents into a pit full of defeat
Losing my sense of touch as I turn off my eyes and shut out my ears
I am managing my vices into small little pockets
Keeping them close to reap what I fancy while ignoring the pangs
I am losing my stability that once held my shoulders back and head high
As I slouch forward at my torture all day passing wisdom into ignorant ears
I am glass without even a foggy decay bouncing about the oceans surf
No message, no inside, not even a small culture clinging to the rough edges
I am falling into the lost pages of all the dusty books
Pressed flat to be a disconnected memory with a faint lingering scent
But alas, I am a strong thought late at night when all else settles down
When the moon rises and coyotes howl and the sheets rumple at thy feet
Foreign but Traditional Airports (day 736)
It was cold as I stepped off the airplane in that small foreign airport, so many miles from home and not a plan, save for you.
You were an adventure, insight into a foreign world with a warm couch to sleep on. A world I had spent so many years learning about.. planning for.
An adventure with a heart wide open and arms firmly closed, cobblestone streets ancestors had walked upon and a quiet corner of a once booming shipping port.
There was a long bus ride with anxious questions as friends long been separated chatted, and the grand tour through old town with a heavy bag and just a little bit of complaining.
Awaiting at the airport pacing back and forth, I wondered where she was. My phone was expired, no money in my pockets, not even an address to go to.
Biezpiens is a traditional dish. It was necessary, so was the fresh selection of strawberries at the old farmers market. And a little slice of chocolate, traditional chocolate.
There was a dog; a big brown Lab/Sharpei mix with big ears and bigger paws. She was an anxious dog, the kind that pulls at the leash every step of the way. Leaves, sticks, strange smells, other dogs…
Twice a day I’d walk her through the retired graveyard, searching every gravestone for recognizable names. Never found any.
Ever step I felt like I could see horses pulling buggies, old top hats and pointed mustaches. The signs of old Baltic Ritterschaft nobility.
I’d find new paths every day I’d walk the city streets. New buildings that were old buildings, new corners of the city that were old corners of the city. I’d learned cobblestones made quite a racket when car tires roll over them.
I left there in love. In love with a city, in love with a way of life. In love with a style. In love with a woman who did not want to love me.
I left there with a hug from her and a lick from the dog for a long full bus ride. The whole way to the foreign airport early that morning I stood with my bags about my shoulders, fighting the woes of leaving my heart behind and the dizziness of hardly a breakfast in my belly.
Of course the only thing I could think of was the laughing while smiling.
Graceful Gestures (day 735)
Without gratification
What is effort
Want not what’s inside thou?
That reaches up and loves
Out from wings
Across flexed shoulders
High fleeting arches
And swooping
In graceful gestures
A ballet in space
Through my mind
About this land
Carrying delight
Future’s happy ending
And if laughter
Hits upon our open ears
Crawling out
From behind buttercups
Hiding away beyond
Sharp morning frost
We shall also reach
Extension of vertex
Temples of power
Strength in mind
Then so it shall be
Shared, you and me
An old oak tree
Wings about thee
A picnic
Of thoughts
Of exceptions
Of projections
Of imaginations
Do You Know the Sensations (day 549)
Draw me closer with your breath that’s been so long from my neck
Sensation that crawls along my hips through your fingers
Curls around my shoulders and grabs hold of the back of my conscience
On a journey I didn’t pack enough for
In a rhythm mixed of every song created before
Do you know the sensation you give me when your silent words reach my ears?
Spiraling downwards through my veins into my racing heart
Too much madness gathering around my concentration
Enter the song where angels sing
Floating down the gurgling Xijiang
The Game (day 286)
Coerced into the blame game
I felt a little foolish as I washed the red expressions from my skin
I felt in awe as I sprayed down jealousy off the walls
Thrown up there in a fit of disgust
Pent up, for anger never held any grounds close to these blackened soles
There was, however, a time when anger ruled the lands
I vaguely remember those days
When lovers walked hand in hand along the boardwalk
Casting glances over their shoulders
Trying to disguise the thoughts upheld on their brows
Perhaps it was the technological shift that eased the lovers arms from around the clock
As the day shifted into another
As the listless lost little figments of their imagination
To the ever-slowing mechanism of the futures design
To the ever ticking tock of a lovers game
Today, This Morning (day 114)
Today has the beginnings
To be a day to recon with
A soul leaves town
On two heavy shoulders
A sun rises easily
With abiding glory
The slow bustle
Of morning traffic
Slowly trickles along
The long sweeping streets
Easily focusing
On the ritualistic humming
That passes my window
Every moment, every day