Blow your hole
Feed your soul
Collapse your lungs
Inhale your tongues
Allow your young
To reach their fun
Allow your game
To be pretend
Embrace the lessons
Fight the digression
Go! Go with all passion
Love the chaos
And for me, baby
Lets live to remember
Tag: soul
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
This Too Shall Pass (day 46)
A hurt from such a rift causes my soul to bleed; bandages cannot repress
Social anxiety, misgivings, and confusion; poor mans shoes
Die with your holy preacher man pointing fingers at the victimized
We are all to blame, says she, but you shall suffer
Rote killed the carpenter, rote riddled the masses
Smite kept the homeless alive fighting keystones and matchbooks
Desire put your holiday panicking over dark and fuming holes
But your money bought you pain that your doctor couldn’t heal
This has shaped your soul into puppets you cannot identify
Sleepless in your figure, shapeless while you work
Amongst your goblets and amulets
Hurt by your call to society you’ve never represented
Clean (day 45)
Washed away the regret
Washed away the delay
Washed away the motivation
Washed away the silence
Washed away the meaning
Washed away the secrets
Washed away the inevitable
Washed away the conceivable
Washed away the time
Washed away the reason
Washed away the desire
Washed away the notions
Washed away the sex
Washed away the religion
Washed away the roads
Washed away the dirt
Washed away the peace
Washed away the war
Washed away the sun
Washed away the green
Washed away the grace
Washed away the cold
Washed away the sin
Washed away the abstract
And left
And left
And left was my soul
In Faith We Often Wander (day 9)
As autumn turns white as pearls
I’ve never let you go
As leaves have long since fallen
There’s never been inward fog
As ices water our fields
Birth it neighs with life
Wobbly knees and scared eyes
There’s never been overwhelming rains
As the rains have been scared by gold
Navy blues, purples, and burgundies
Watching the bee lazily wander
No searing burns have ever fazed
As sprouts begin to curl
What was calf is now a cow
Vibrant greens have all turned yellow
Yet still no weathering of my soul
Belief (day 8)
There’s times when all’s seeming far
When the sky is nowhere near
The future of forgotten years
There’s a lady without a memory
She spoke her mind to me
Never left me when I’s in need
Them’s was times it’s all I’d need
That caring hand
Come wash me away with sand
And then, in a saddened day of love
She got whisked away that day
Into another’s arms of stone
For me I was left here, left here all alone
Without a second soul
That would never let me go
So then, as I walked away that day
I was left to sit at bay
Wondering, though curious of all my ways
Could you ever listen again
Without your judging hand
And forever on your mind