Don’t go calling on a whisper,
Worn out in an icebox
Left behind with gravel
Torn bits of a working past.
Don’t leave it there
For it will fade until forgotten
And cease to mean
What it once meant to be.
Its function will go away,
And its form and vigor
Will become used car sales lots
At the dodgy end of town.
For there is no good come
Of a screw head stripped of groove,
Nor a dollar bill
Faded to dust.
Tag: vigor
Curious (day 2616)
I’m exhausted underneath
I didn’t expect the gambler
Here I am, an empty hand
Plans for regrowth
For blossoms, for extreme divinity
Reigning down upon the grounds.
I have let grow such vigor,
Wild abandon, wilderness.
I have put it upon the ground,
Walked back ten paces,
Stood aside, silenced myself
And begun to observe
With the patience of a snake
How curious it all looks from here.
This Song (day 2502)
I sing this song to better me
To give away my peace
I sing this song of strength
To let it flow away
I sing this song of a righteous path
That gathers all the steam
I sing this song louder yet
To reach the ears of vain
I sing this song to overflow
The basins at each fountain
I sing this song of eternal youth
To keep our vigor strong
I sing this song out to you
For it is me who needs it most.
At Home (day 1439)
My reality is filled with love:
A backyard of such splendor,
Vigor wafting through my open window
Singing sweetly to this heart
In a home of one thousand cats.
Cursing Vicariously (day 850)
Unspent truths cursing vicariously
Through unconditioned thought experiments
Spent in upward, vigorous motions
Passing through injected morphisms
Like seasonal growth in natures garden
Acting on un-mended realisms
Lost on battle grounds, littered and forgotten
Aside furious warhorses
Foaming with fever generously applied by spurs
Acting on behalf of triumph
Mounted on the back of the Phoenixes wings
Rebirth, regrowth, replenishing vigor
Re-soiling the fields Kings died upon
With fresh blood, fresh sacrifice
Fresh King Nothings dancing with death
Recoiling in a moments thought
Flickering through a pale moonlit window
A firmer grasp, a clutching expression
A last gasp from the old warhorse put to rest
Reaching the heavens upon slaughters deathbed
Collected Arrows (day 660)
I heard your voice today as it wrung out loud
Sparkling and shining across houndreds of miles
It’s not easy when some angels don’t fly
Long arrows and guided love notes fight perils
But even then days stretch out long
Placing delay at the tip of our tongues
Panic at times as we weave back and forth
Amongst little pillars and settled sailors;
Gamblers on the open world of fortune
Bottle in one hand, out the door with the other
Don’t cry, it wont come easy
[Don’t worry, your voice will be my guiding savior]
So pass love notes with rising vigor
And let the angels wisdom sweep over
Your eyes, your demeanor
Hour heart can rest here a while
With bundles of these collected arrows
Replenish Thee (day 609)
I sang out loud for the burden that wasn’t mine
Felt it deep, deep inside this ol’ heart
Sunk me in my despair to my knees
Streaking tears spoiled these dusty cheeks
Halleluiah
The grass that grows ’round my breath
Be it thine savior, blue skies above
Take my sorrow away, reap me of mine madness
Circle thou hands ’round my soul
Carry me away with thee, off to the sea
Where salt will lap at my wounds
Replenish this ol’ heart with vigor
Fill me, and let me free
Of this burden that isn’t mine