Peace falls over me
Like a blanket of trust
Calming, relaxing
Centering to my core
I rest my eyes
They internalize thought
Breath rolls out
Bad vibes and disease
And I sit wandering
Why do I wonder?
Thinking about what
I cannot change anyway
Exhale
Thinking about what
I’ve let drift away
Exhale
Thinking about what
I breathe from my soul
Exhale
Thinking about what
Peace means to me
Exhale
The balance from me
The balance to me
The balance is me
The balance without me
The balance in me
And I exhale
Inhale
Namaste
Exhale
Thank you
Inhale
Tag: soul
And Peace and Trees (day 600)
Alone in the bush
I continue
With plans in my head
That smile
I step over needles
And cry
Fill up my basket
That weighs
Of burden and memories
But I
Step to the side
And put
My soul into knees
To feed
Life I live
With health
Of strength from battle
I grow
Deep rooted tree
To fall
Upon hands of a maiden
And laugh
Until my eyes weep no more
Sunshine
Fills up my soul
No more
Do I share tears with this earth
Now just
A love that has peace with itself
And smiles
Fever (day 598)
Washing off the whispers that have floated over my body from a lover isn’t as easy as it would seem. The emotions gather around and within and caress my soul until I fall down to my knees begging for forgiveness. I die as the silent wishes wash over my naked body laying in the cold moonlight that howls at my soul. And here, I cannot sleep for all the whispers float over my body. There, and there, there is where I float away from my secrets and fever to a land where no emotions flow.
Bow and Arrows (day 597)
Pull me apart with a thousand broken arrows
Tell me secrets of a far off and lonely maiden
Give me history we’ve never written down
And tear out my soul to feed wizards
That grant me three wishes that open realms
I fly to with all winds at my back
For future walks with thousands of bows
Bending under the pressures of love
The Wind (day 573)
You couldn’t walk away just like that; wind blowing your hair in a careless manner leaving eyes dropping memories one at a time
Yet, with the legends that crop out the clouded sky into dreams that come forward with just the right light
I have become another human
I have become the epitome of graceful
I have become the master of disguises
I have leaned so far out the window that my hat and glasses have blown off in a whirl of excitement and confusion
And I have died a thousand times
Died with the madness that grows in the spring time
Died with the emptiness of an ending shower
Died with the footprints that don’t stop in a new winter’s flurry
Meanwhile, as the sheets get unfolded and spread upon the queen sized bed
A stranger in the twilight rests his eyes upon what walks away: a heart of the softest kind with the sweetest smile and dearest eyes
I mind the rocky paths and step lightly to that path which softens under foot, void of all jetty rocks that perturb my conscience with evil glances and a mean demeanor
I reminisce about the legends I’ve read about, chest held high, knees stepping lightly over the path ahead
And I feel my own hair blowing in the wind as I reach further and further into freedom and dreams
Ignoring the possibility that these snowy tracks will be forever gone if we lose the fingertips we embrace with love
Leaving behind a single memory, fluttering like a broken heart
In a graceful dance
From the confines of my soul
Through my heavy eyes
And into the wind
Dull Tones (day 566)
A dull dreary day soaks into my conscience
Forcing me to slumber around for hours
Listlessly observing time tick by
Relentlessly wondering what next I should do
As I forcefully tick off tasks
One by one as the day mopes on
I watch bubbles develop inside the old glass of water
One by one they float to the surface
Releasing from water the morsels of goodness
Leaving behind some stale and stagnant
Capsule of soon-to-be-down-the-drain
Dirty plates and licked clean cutlery
Optimistic floats through the air here
Thudding with a dull tone into the stratosphere
Where it slowly envelopes the soul
Steps forward into time with head held high
Hoping for a moment that will erupt like thunder
Catapulting the now into very near future
So onwards we go, upwards we soar
The hope fills our sails, the uproar begins
Children gather round, adults stop at their works
The bustle and hurry comes to a halt
Patrons within distance strain with their ears
Warm fuzzy light pulls at all to be reckoned
Loud and Free (day 557)
Uncommon destruction
That brutalizes my soul
Cool liquid drops of sex
Pour through my brain
Featuring madness
Cannibalistic
Lavishly endearing
Blatant and
Devilishly sinful
And I bow
I bow to the lover that stays awake all night
And the devious young man behind closed doors
Sipping down 25 year old stock
I grow from deep within
Boisterously gathering a new level
Stirring up the saints in the courtyard
Slipping into a deceitful dance
Mesmerizing the nymphs
And I dance of faith
Counting on the anger to shout out my soul
Waking up the ghosts in the courtyard
Slowly. With a devilish grin
Anticipation crawls up the back of my neck
Eruption lets the gods know
Loud and free, they hear this call
They hear me curse at the moon
With the cackling birds of pray
That lay with me in lust
Tropical Desire (day 555)
Sunset floods over my reclined body
Memories flutter through my brain
Longing and romancing and warming my soul
Like rum on rocks filling my belly
On this tropical evening date
Desire spreads ’round me in audible sounds
Round and round, swirling deep
People look, people stare
It’s not the sun, no
It’s desire pulsating through and out
It’s eruptions calling out: loud
In this spot warmth never leaves me
Rum never stops filling me
Longing all over me caresses the tropical sun
And puts me into familiar arms of desire
That deliver me to float on
Just Begun Child (day 489)
Head is spinning like a diamond mine
Two glory ants fighting for the right to live
Albeit dead the sun that chooseth to fry the salmon
Slowly searing on the open pit fire
Chances are I will regurgitate up the sense
I’ve swallowed along with my pride
I’ve nurtured while walking away high stepping
So where do I turn to?
What global recompense do I take as my locked in target
Doomlessly sulking away in the corner
Stuffed with fattened steaks and greasy fries
Catch your coattails upon the swinging chair
And you will find it takes you for a ride
Let alone the low rider, hipster-icized
Did you have to bend over to get such awesome headphones?
Watch your step as the clock attacks you from behind
Lassos your bleeding pride and surrenders your soul
Catches your falling pride and prepares a feast
Don’t lie down now, the game has just begun child
Trod (day 482)
It seems like Ive been wandering
Through towns that make no sense to me
But the names come and go by quick
As the time does pass my way
But here and there I meet a face
Who calls at my soul to clear
And then in my time I shout and laugh
With a man who has shared his food with thine
While quickly as I trod about here and there
I find out the neighborhoods that do call my name
I know what does interest such a soul as thee
To capture my imagination for future plans
But the strangest of things happen when out all alone
When I’m much to far past the places I know
A certain force does take over, a whim and a will
Something that leads me on forth
And with this dear force that bites at my heels
I do not tarry long at much distress
For all that I see, and all that does come
Makes my mind at ease as I trod