Stuffing Dance (day 2903)

I’m getting tired of this dance
Stuffing our faces
With experiences
We dont know if we enjoy.
Who designed our minds?
Who gave us this style inprint
That requires consistent change?
Updating, renewing, regulating…
There is no end game
It’s just a consume point,
Many consume points
That filter me
Based on my character profile
That I work hard at eliminating
Because I’m a stereotype
Who doesn’t like being stereotyped.
I’m entitled to use my words
More than I use my action,
And I take pains to twist words
To judge others
Before I myself
Be my harshest critics.
Lost on a translation
Misunderstanding,
This changing time…
Imagining a different world
We hope to be in
But refusing to acknowledge
The disconnect
With a path that is too far gone.

Grip (day 2891)

I want to rain down
Like the Gods I’ve always admired
Spiral my madness
Deeper into Mortal Souls
And laugh as Time
Emits no stress on my psyche
And lays barren
No emotions I have once had
For it is my breath
That drives me forward
Undescribeably powerful
And taken by a grip.

Backwards Memory (day 2872)

I awoke into a dream
That had me backwards memory
Two and two made half is 1
Double meant I’d run
Crossed my fingers
And crossed the bridge
Danced a jig to celebrate
With a bear who spoke my name
While two wise men
Who carried a bag
Came up to me to say
“God, young son,
Will find your way
If you close your eyes and stay.”
So off I went
In the heart of lent
Dancing bear no more
A river bent
My onward path
So I swam into the middle
Where I found my enemy
A rock, so heavy
Floated off the levy
And made it home in time
To dine.

Handwritten (day 2838)

I want to lay away your story
Into my eloquent pages so designed.
For I am in no time missing
Each sentence you’ve so led amiss,
No grammatical trickery
To bequeath this budding rose
– Thorny and apical –
In transcendence I have only dreamed.
There, so I shall then pass
And accompany you upon this waltz
Through tapestry written
Upon each lazy leaflet
Dangling it’s feelings
Upon these even walking grounds
Handwritten for our love.

Time Doesn’t Stop (day 2829)

It’s hard
Each morning’s steps
Each routine task
Each day hours slip on by
Yet each day wanes,
Loses it’s time,
To begin again another.
How does this rhythm
Speed up so
How do we slow down time?
How do we fit
Each task we wish
Into one full day
So that the next
Anew and awake
Shall meet a whole new list.

Sunrise (day 2688)

When we last spoke, dear
I had my heart out for you
Ragged and drawn
I woke at the dawn
To pull at your time
Like heartstrings I heard
With a rumbling band
Deep in my heart
I kept moving on
With letters of you
With nervous fetters
Pulling me down
Till I lay at bed
Each song I’d wrote
With you on my mind
Nervous and pale
And lost on a boat
My anchor too heavy
To pull up myself
And you on my mind
On an island in time
In love with you
But you have your tune
A subtle implore
With sunrise today
And I’m trying my best.