I am loosing my way, path
My sight and vision that has drawn me
That has layered my soul
To be unraveled
Alone, confused
Clouded in a misguided belief
Loaned out to the public
Really, truthfully
Abandoned
Shifted like last season
Disregarded
Where by now
Amidst my centered thought
I have no more whole
And while lost along the way
I have imagined I
Am
Whole
To be purely mistaken
As if a premature frost
Escaping the night
Tag: soul
Mind, Soul, Body (day 882)
To lose is time
To sing is drown
To laugh is lost
Wither my mind
To hard is cruel
To long is wish
To watch is hope
Uncover my soul
To wash is dirt
To hunt is life
To feed is health
Deliver my body
Fraying Moors (day 881)
For the day I went away
My eyes they didn’t say
I never wanted to be yours
Alone in soul with unkept moors
Our love sent into fray
Expanse (day 872)
I’ve come to reach out here
To look beyond horizon lines
Yell out my silent secrets
And scatter wide my deepest thoughts
Distilling my memories
In the vista beyond
Sharing all lost decisions
With the expanse below
Like a pet that once loved me
I’ve shared my whole soul
With the winds that now hold me
Together at the seams all aglow
Remain, Begone (day 862)
You may think to yourself: “Here is a crazy old lady wandering through the birds
Feeding them like a cuckoo, a lady who’s gone off her rocker.”
Which may and alrighty be correct about myself
But alas! Do you not see the simple joys this can bring to life
Have you never held a poor animal in your hand and stared deep into its eyes?
A moment betwixt, no matter whom the beings, is the fragile state of my mind
I do not have the moments some of you may still have
I have born all my children, raised them as a good woman should
My own two hands most days worked raw to the bone
Scrubbing and toiling to send them off fed and clean
To get a better life than I could ever have dreamt about
And I, the lone patron of this empty house have nothing left to do
Save care for my own mind, my own sanity
Hence my pigeons. My bag of feed I carry endlessly around the squares
Making my home there home, sharing my soul with their souls
Until my children come back home
Until my memory remains, begone.
Something My Soul Needs (day 853)
Something my soul needs
Not just to touch
Tactillian sensory
But something my soul needs
Eyes drifting into
Long hours again
Just something my soul needs
Not warm roasting coffee
Infusing comfy cottons
But something my soul needs
I’d like something my soul needs
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
Mastery (day 821)
Mastery
Is divinity
Written amongst the un-holy corners
Lost
But for the soul
Slithering Madness (day 818)
Don’t cry into an uneven pillbox
Shuffling against the rainbow mirrors
I can see you shifting madly
I can see your soul aglow
Haven’t you seen my stardust
I left it by the tower
It’s pounded into them
Some recesses out at sea
But if you’ve come to know me
Then cry at my back doors
For I shall treat you kindly
Without qualm or unnecessary greed
Dive with me into madness
And sugar coat it as we play
Towards Lovers Edge (day 801)
[him]
Could you fall away with me if I promised it was ok
If I took you by the hand and led you towards the rivers edge
Kissed you upon the lips and told you now to jump
I never planned this out before, left here in my nurtured youth
Trembling as I think about unknown, about me alone
About sending you away without my written love notes
My heart pressed deep against your breast in forbidden passion
Ecstasy written between the gay light passed behind your [eye]lids
[her]
I wouldn’t let you cry out loud into the night
Unless I had also haunts of lost lovers swarming around my head
Blanket confusion tickling my conscience with what-have-you-nots
Layered upon layers of silken sheets and fluffy pillows
And teddy bears that leave empty spaces filled
And boudoirs that pacify my opaque thoughts
That wrestle with harmony of yesterday’s future plans
I don’t want you to go away my lover, but go away and leave me to cry
[him]
Did you know then what I had was what doomed me from the start
That my working man’s trousers, neither holed nor soiled
Would pit me against your desires until Eros delayed his return
Until fantasy led my thoughts around romantic lagoons of Europe’s finest
Weeping willows strewn about the well trimmed landscape
Where lovers embraced in subtle corners, lost in speeches
That wore about patience, dressed in each others clothes
I would storm the armed battalion with my bare hands to capture your love!
[her]
But passion fuels lust and leads the way to love
It flutters my lovers heart to rhythmic depth of my pride
Folding my lessons over antique rocking chairs in an Easter yellow mood
Roasting the fagot rapidly upon the hearth of my souls intentions
Acting as liaison for my patience’s clock that ticks and tocks
Rolling my vowels into soothing purring that flesh out unwanted consonants
And bring my eyes to reach at your hands that surround the soul of our family
Growing inside the warmth of a mothers tender heart that sings delight today