Poem-A-Day: Day 445

Crown of Thorns

Fire sun flowers crumble. 
The seed scatter light
pours black funeral pyre
and old shattered glass words.

This earth old pride
a million suffer bloodshed,
the man gentle burned brow,
scorn back spit that never was.

Here stand old rose choked,
it's thorn salt wound wears crown,
never so much bloodshed
to hurt not over a million years suffer.

Poem-A-Day: Day 444

2,000 Miles

Something to say,
not sad,
now calling no waiting at the railway door.

Wasn't then, now sure I need at least
2000
     miles
          away.

Church,
that silly nursery rhyme bitching cramp,
beating that glad coming back.

I need least 
2000
     miles
          away.

Go beating that coming back
2000 miles away, 
further from me.

Poem-A-Day: Day 443

Brother and Sister

Young murder,
I had run from a story
‘round the garden of science fiction.
 
Together we depend on good.

Pollute a minor escape
from the rigors of family,
the virtues of truth, 
caught up in deception. 

Together we depend on good.

Round and round
and round and round
and round and round. 

Together we depend on good.

Still we're going 'round, the boy in the garden of lies. 

Together we depend on good.

Poem-A-Day: Day 442

You Surround Me

Take for granted my soul:
a kiss in the evils of this world.
Leave me stranded…
the streets paved with gold,
afraid, sadly mistaken,
nothing to hold.
Living till the affair
and magic shake senses lost,
Surround, reinvent the very root,
say it if passion through skin
with all the joy of lights
go down in special air,
down 'round senses found
surround the hand,
and lead this world.

Poem-A-Day: Day 441

La Gloria

shaking red hair
disco diva
the eyes'll be on you  
the men have a penchant for dancing
a bad girl having fun
likes tonight
see her, la gloria
shaking red dress
tango dancing
clicking heels
tonight she'll make you king  
she'll sing troubles
down a loaded gun
working blues 
the light of la gloria

Poem-A-Day: Day 440

Star

Waiting for stars,
showering down universe
falling hard.

A fiery hidden satellite; 
a laser
shooting shiny tongue war.
Tell pure as heaven flowers
whose waiting for the showering.
 
Falling down to look
real somewhere,
the wrapped palm
with wrath and thunder,
pleasure to know.

Beauty somewhere pure,
as money worship,
hands are rolling rose glow.

The city in pink Armageddon
Did you leave
and take for granted
war disenchanted,
war pure?

Pure heaven sent money
sent flowers for whose hands
waiting for stars
showering down, 
universe falling.

Poem-A-Day: Day 439

How Many Times?

Leave me alone,
I've got troubles that I've done,
Every thing wrong will regret chances.

I end up mistaken
to sleep, wallow in dreams,
see the past fade,
dawning the echoes that still remind me
times regret the mistaken.

Poem-A-Day: Day 438

Drama

One rule:
see fit within your realm of understanding.

A second:
capacity too demanding?
Well then, there are a myriad of things:
a pen and paper,
a history violence never ending,
psychological drama guilty,
the infinite complexities, 

The ability is fragile,
all laugh and all bleed,
and shame is just psychological,
another guilty life to sacrifice. 

Shame is never ending drama,
another infinite shame,
never ending psychological life:
the ultimate necessity.

Poem-A-Day: Day 437

Blue Savannah

Blue song desert,
the early hours
in a restless world.
The open highway,
my home to surrender. 
I send blue song racing
a hundred miles
to the clouds and thunder.
My home is sweet surrender. 
Back home traveling fast,
bring will,
discover that home will discover,
that somewhere the desert
in orange side clouds 
is where to surrender. 
my home.
The heart to surrender to you,
only I send you song,
only to you.

Poem-A-Day: Day 436

River Deep, Mountain High

I was a rag doll,
the way it gets stronger
it gets higher.

And deep you would love. 

You were a puppy
that followed faithful,
down like a river, bigger as it grows.

And deep you would love.

And deep you would love.

I, a rag doll,
the only ever owned. 
But now gets stronger,
it gets deeper,
it gets higher. 

And deep you would love
like a flower loves to sing high river deep…

River deep.

Poem-A-Day: Day 435

When I Need You

A child again,
So many things brand new:
a pirate ship, gold, ocean waves, the world.

You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.

A soldier,
a general in battle
with ten thousand to see a different story. 

You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.

You needed a friend
where I needed you most. 
I could be so different if you were next to me. 

You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.

Poem-A-Day: Day 434

Weight of the World

Wise notion, thing in a lifetime,
a helping hand wrapped inside
a lethal, soul destroying baby.

Won't lead you,
it's pushing and a hurting no other.

Wise hurt, the pain on a brave face
gets through somehow in the weight,
the world on your heart now.

Won't lead you,
it's pushing and a hurting a little. 

Wrapped up like a lethal,
soul destroying baby.
Lead you pushing and a hurting.

Poem-A-Day: Day 433

Witch in the Ditch

No, never step in my chamber.
I'm a place I can dwell,
a place where you turn around.
Yes, that turned to be forgotten.
Sweet dreamland, come lay down
and enter the light.
Watch her heels in the ditch,
wave goodbye,
the dream, a scream, a sigh turned upside down.
Forgotten down in dreamland,
come all faithful sweet cry.
Enter the valley upside down.
Forgotten down in dreamland,
tonight all ye who are faithful
were to be forgotten.
Lay down and let dreamland come.
Faithful say never.

Poem-A-Day: Day 432

Imagination

Do yourself,
see storm clouds
feeling as the sun fades… 
to and fro,
the trouble is they never come.
Imagination rolling your mind,
running wild.
It won't turn to stone,
seduce your soul,
and dreams of lovers…
it's just your imagination,
rolling completely,
imagination wild and fast,
do yourself
when you’re lost
taking a hold of yourself.
The timing's to and fro,
to come… 
it's just your imagination,
your mind completely running wild.

But I know it.

Poem-A-Day: Day 431

Yahoo!

Better devil should be called,
devil's pray to set you free.
Ride the cunning line,
go live in sorrow, the darker skies
Higher, find your way unto the devil.
Fear your money, your heart.
Pray to decide for the devil's gold.

The lord should feel low down
and give into temptation.

Lift your head to darker skies,
higher, find your way when you look.
The devil, the deep blue sea
I pray to trouble when you sleep.
At night, put your trust in me
and I should live in sorrow,
face the darker skies up high.

Poem-A-Day: Day 430

Heart of Stone

Heart,
come home
alone
as dead. 
Lost
passion, direction
protect
hurting, despair
soul
aching saint
left
and upset.
Believe,
walk away, 
expect,
beg for
mercy
in
the gutter.
Stone,
wait until
I
am dead.
Look
on affection,
remember 
the way
fool,
Told me
good. 
Heart
until home,
why
good, dead,
out,
the gutter.
Break
that stone,
for 
you alone,
worried
as good
as
dead back.

Poem-A-Day: Day 429

Hallowed Ground

Intent on killing. 
Streets closed, a kid,
bullets intent on being.
Darkness wrapped in a child,
the arms of who will be,
the next dawn, the edge of town,
conversation hoping better.
Children got the world
knowing what's an uncertain future.
The corner lives, swears,
the dogs, gin, a garbage can.
Kids hang by the river throwing stones. 
There, the next victim,
the dawn on the edge
of town conversation,
hoping things get better
while the world around the corner
in the cold and darkness,
in blankets, in arms,
will be there,
will be the last victim
of the criminal dawn.
Friends sharing conversation meet
around the corner for an uncertain future.

Poem-A-Day: Day 428

Chains of Love

Explain when few words
can get broken.

Remember time,
people, the street,
walking about the weather.

Making days last forever,
come, cover, hold, break chains.
Give up together and break chains. 

Remember once
there were doors,
an invitation to falling in and out.
 
Looking out
and cover these chains.
Give up, and the chains break.

These chains explain words,
choose how words get broken,
talk about plans forever.

Come, hold these chains. 
Don't give me the chains, break…

Poem-A-Day: Day 427

Phantom Bride

shy
lonely street
no friends 
silence
and invented truths
drift away
a secret place
steal away
wipe away the eyes
wipe away the upside of town
morning sickness
the phantom
and drift away
secret
steal away the tears
don't wipe away eyes
and mind
drift away
away
don't let eyes
wipe away the eyes
no more
no lies
tears don't cry…

Poem-A-Day: Day 426

Ship of Fools

Believe what is 
spinning.
Flowers, trees,
encapsulating, spinning.
The class didn't know:
one, one, two, two, two, four.
The class didn't know. 
Poor soul,
the fools so precious and cruel/

Try to imagine
dreaming.
See what is spinning.
The baby didn't know that: 
two and two were four.
The baby so young, so uncertain.
Suffer children,
a poor ship precious and cruel.

You know
that one and one and two
was the baby,
the class uncertain.
Little children,
a poor ship of fools.

Why is life cruel?
Sail on the ship so precious.

Poem-A-Day: Day 425

A Little Respect

Discover something
from breaking with forever, 
no reason why.

That me…
that you…
give me…
you give…

Soul calling, “Please.”
And falter arms out, not war
at peace in love forever.
Religion? Reason?

Forsake you…
tell me no…
don't tell me… 
you tell me… 

I hear a little respect
with blue reason making me work.

That you…
me… 
no…
give me… 

You, give a little to me.
I hear you, 
please give a little to me.

Poem-A-Day: Day 424

Spiraling

hard out of mind,
alone thinking,
I avoid pain, 
I won't be sorry,
I know something.
 
maybe I learn, 
it's time,
it's a matter,
it's just time,
it's a matter of time.

just lock my room,
mean to talk to,
people might have seen 
no reminding back,
regret a single heart inside. 

the numbers lift and imagine hearts
and courage to die,
weep at my feet,
wash troubles and imagine angels
around courage to die

Poem-A-Day: Day 423

The Circus

New technology to burn
and no concern for prosperity.

The wheels now too late, 
upset the lied,
upset the eyes,
and shame afraid.
Just waiting in the rain,
pieces dream in industry
moved on and gone.

See history strong,
and a future for man,
a lifetime skilful yesterday,
upset, though we lied. 
The preacher close tempers despair.
Is that another tragedy,
a room once a future?

A working man, a lifetime
for yesterday.

Poem-A-Day: Day 422

Sometimes

It's not the lead hand,
it's not the clothes,
the floor,
you.
I just wait around as we fall. 

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

It's not the caress affection,
it's not emptiness,
your desire in bed,
the world. 
Touch, satisfy your body. 

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Poem-A-Day: Day 421

Leave Me to Bleed

It wasn't,
saw the neon door.
It wasn't,
saw somebody, your face.

Move in direction to bleed fatal,

It wasn't heard, 
a name never heard. 
It wasn't heard,
to meet a secret.
 
Suspecting done detecting to bleed fatal.

It wasn't,
saw a letter fallen. 
It wasn't, 
couldn't love mistaking.

Guess waiting, bleed fatal…
just waiting.

Poem-A-Day: Day 420

Victim of Love

I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.

Say some emotion.
I've been keeping you,
But through your talk
and your untrue,
you scream and shout protection.

I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.

Lock up inside.
You break this learned lesson.
Take declaration,
step back,
put on and avoid complications.

I look like some fool.
Break over a wall getting higher,
Time won't end up victim.

Poem-A-Day: Day 419

Sexuality

Do it anyway.
Give it everything. 
Shake, move your body.
Love it or not: sexuality, sensuality.

Come, let's pretend
about sexuality.
Come, let's do it, sexuality.

Lose it right.
Use it in sexuality, sensuality.

Come, let's pretend
about sexuality.
Come, let's do it, sexuality.

Sensuality.

Come, let's pretend
about sexuality.
Come, let's do it, sexuality.

Strip it obvious.
Show it about.
Play, no, do it: sexuality, sensuality.

Poem-A-Day: Day 418

If I Could

I don't know.
You're talking.
I believe for yourself,
always listening anyway,
not listening 
if I make the world better.
You know I make the world better.
I don't believe consequences.
I don't believe what is true.
Locking doors won't accept,
accept that I could a little better.
You know a little better.
I believe about the broken show;
intentions you hear.
Have you done enough?
Not for everyone.
I could make you,
I would make the world.

Poem-A-Day: Day 417

Don’t Dance

Anything,
Everything,
Every
Offer
Out
Can
Be
Like 
The
Something
To
Do.
Always 
Every 
Wonder 
To
Say
Follow.
Don't
Do
Rhythm
Without 
Everywhere.
Everything
Got
Better.
Step
Without.
To 
Every
Dance 
Do 
The
Without

Poem-A-Day: Day 416

Hideaway

One decided
to know inside,
not hide it.
Broke down, 
oh, why talk now?
Oh still, sleep still, proud, afraid.
Don't hide rejected.
The people expected it anymore.
Home now,
by a new world on your own,
still little, afraid to hide,
afraid love will slip away brave.

Poem-A-Day: Day 415

It Doesn’t Have to Be

On one side, the other divided?
You are one.
I, the other.
Divided we live. 
No, your decision to talk,
but no one to listen.
It doesn't,
it doesn't have to 
be like that.

Heart inside, any other divided.
Someone to suffer
broken.
Left to change
is the way to be.
Can't rearrange.
It doesn't,

     One against…

It doesn't have to, 

     one.

be like that.

What secret calling?
Divided against the strong. 
Ammunition
is right,
is breakdown. 
It doesn't,
 
     One…

It doesn't have to, 

     against…

be like that.

     against one…

     one.

To be like that.
You, one side.
I, the other.
Divided.