My salt has worn off by the tongue of your frequent lick
Pressed against my open window
I have cleaned my worn out gloves
Taken my inner barrier
And longed for another song
To take me half way to there
So I could spend my time alone
Preparing for your energy
Like I would a Mountain Lion come to feast.
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Precious and Threadbare (day 2906)
Precious is the value of things
Laying down in silk
Folding each crease between your fingers
As the light summer wind blows lazily
On the floral window blinds.
An old tuned radio floats in,
Blending with traffic
That beeps and yells and screeches
Intermittently, unsymetrically
And my smile reaches across
The ancient carpeted room,
Parts threadbare,
Parts so coiled around this scene
That our precious breath
Falls together in romance.
Buzzing Noises (day 2894)
Curious shocks arose from the devilish landlocks
Arrogance broke me
A whirling, buzzing noise
Whispered to my inner brain
As if the cockroaches
Were ticking time bombs
Ignoring every asset that took steam
From the bedroom window
That never twisted,
Though the two lovers did try
And the moon did shine
And the gray faintness
Filled memories
Like a ball spinning on the floor
Ever moving close to a carpeted fullstop
Like a Presidential candidate race
On morphene and glue
Riding horses and cadillacs
Through a busy street
Crowded with patriots
Waving their flags
Flogging each other
In a time warping
Self fulfilling
Ecstasy.
Thus, no peace was found
Inner sanction
Guidance and fishing nets.
Riverboat (day 2888)
When the winds keep blowing
What does it look like outside your window?
Clashing hearts wrecking
What lonely clouds could share
And a one eyed ghost singing ballads
Heard down at the local bar
That kept on crying
In spite ten thousand broken hearts
Laying open on the dirty floor
So that in one blissful moment
A riverboat will come a gambling
Setting sail for better shores.
Window (day 2868)
Your window changed my sunset
No longer do I look for more
I sit here, quite content,
With your presence glowing softly
In my growing heart of acceptance
To make my each day well spent
From my hearth to your sweet window.
Reality (day 2862)
Sky has turned on me
I awoke to a burning red
Dazzling my imagination
As fire so transfixes thoughts.
Then Rain began
Challenging my scales
Peaceful summer breeze
Turned torrential squeeze.
I closed the book of a window
To still my worried mind
Losing my touch
With Reality’s closest neighbour.
Beyond My Morning Window (day 2857)
I’m not sure how this thing Time has passed
It seems like I just awoke
With little birds singing harmony
To the morning’s sky, so red.
Hardly had I time to think
About the tasks awaiting,
Hardly had I recited my praise
For ever blooming life
Unfolding it’s very wings
Right beyond my window.
Roses (day 2849)
I smelt roses every morning
Since I left my window open
Morning air carried longer
Freshest scent of care
Where dutiful fingers tended
Each thorny branch, so sharp
Up along my window’s ledge
Down into my heart.
Cello of Darkness (day 2817)
It is hard to escape the sadness that runs down the edges of this window
Soaked and spotted by the dark rains, so.
Even Spider who comes to visit plays a long, slow song
Nearly a single note with a cello of darkness.
How tranquil such existence can be
Back and forth Rocking Chair sits endlessly in solitude
Grayed and white cracks endure long years of neglect
That crumble even the greatness they once held in Master’s hands.
I am looking for something greater,
Something with meaning that enlivens the pale skin
Peering back at me through the long window;
I seek its desires by reaching out towards the sheen
But no enveloping touch returns, no embracing moment of reflection ensues
And all that’s left is a smudge that diverts my deepest intentions
Towards a solitude that knows no name.
You don’t have to remember me to spread your wings so wide,
Though the wind catches better at one’s thoughts when it floats away just so
For it is here that there is no breath anymore.
It has been and perhaps once again shall come again
So it is here that I’ll wait evermore.
Foggy and Departed (day 2806)
For sense I needn’t rely
I’ve gone a long while without
They live within my holy vision
Foggy and departed
So far away, I’ve gone with courage.
A walk I took left me angrily
Fuming at the mouth;
What evidence did I have
To return to depth?
I needn’t tarry here too long
I’ve lost my dearest friend.
Windows took me to
A spot upon great vision’s edge
Dancing with friend’s I’ve lost
– How dare I come back here?
Though most dust had settled down
A whirlwind to my mind
Caught me plotting my demise
Caution off into wind.