Poem-A-Day: Day 473

Stay With Me

Greed,
tall buildings breathe a sigh of relief
when stirring owls creep under stone hollow.

Cast wheels with inner emotion,
sheltered by one piled on one small light,
shine wild & free.

Weep with devotion,
Walk with inner sands of ocean
like a roller by the reaches of the rays of sunshine.

Poem-A-Day: Day 472

Grace

Sorry to be human,
a little hurt, 
a price on every head
when dead quality of life
fall muffled voices.
 
Stir peaceful longing,
I cannot describe fear
inside to accordance with grace.
It's human nature to be cruel,
heartless, to shoot when he's down.

Crawl in on your knees,
bite the shadows in senseless violence,
the silence forgiving the fear inside. 
I swear to live in accordance in the pavement
bathed in fear inside my grace, inside my life.

Poem-A-Day: Day 471

Rock Me Gently

Past five, 
feeling worse for the weather,
what a feeling,
what an endless night. 

We can't stay here,
we wont be forever 
to go down
before innocence. 

I dream 
sweetly
and rock gently
to sleep.

I've been used
to crying
and the games that you play,
And I carry on with a hole in my head.

There's more to life
than spills 
we'll have to get through.
Somehow I dream.

Poem-A-Day: Day 470

Fingers & Thumbs (Cold Summer’s Day)

Don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
A hint of the state of your latest flame?

Won't say I told you so,
my hands were full or then some.
Nothing to show for blown mistake.
Too much shattered debris gone,
and a dumb mistake gone.

The thrill gone,
only the hurt to prove that it ever went on.

Life is a wonderful thing.

Humming the words to be who you want to be,
strong, nowhere, shine for liberty, life and pleasure.

Gone and blown it,
how can it matter?
A dumb mistake to pay shattered all,
this can't be happening!
A dumb mistake to pay.

Shattered debris have flown too few
and fast it wasn't meant to last too much.

Poem-A-Day: Day 469

Sono Luminus

I never thought that I've been searching.
For many years this place unfamiliar
through all my fears, time & time again can inspire.

High as it always will be,
deep inside the distance of thunder
rolling sky is blessed again.

We'll be searching for truth until never,
higher as it always will be,
deep inside of thought.

I would reach for miles,
write or even see a light burning on the inside,
still, time & time again we're looking for the one.

Inspire higher, high as saint or sinner.

Poem-A-Day: Day 468

Rescue Me

Cast ornately in flame chakra wheels,
a love train hundred demons from my mind.
I could pray a thousand arms entwined
that I should be the pain right through
to lonely dark shall blur the definition.

Waves of ammunition tear my head
from the sound upon the burning tree.
This strange effect should be lonely
driving pain through a fool
in dark fascination never sweeter desire.

Soaring freely alone can save my soul,
my salvation can make me whole from condemnation.

Poem-A-Day: Day 467

Intro: Guess I’m into Feeling

I guess I'm higher lately,
higher than this thing love.

Poem-A-Day: Day 466

Because You’re So Sweet

So sweet and I'll fall
but I know the light touches
sky and you hold me.

Close and enchanted
I want here eternity
look and smile inside.

Beauty filled with joys
spring is pure naivety
too tender to kiss.

The time enchanted
want you back in loving arms
for eternity.

Poem-A-Day: Day 465

Miracle

It won't be hard
to find rhyme
on the ground
feet back on going home.
The passion finds home
where the covers won't be far.
A teardrop of silence
all around the miracle blinds,
miracle arms.

Poem-A-Day: Day 464

Blues Away

This predilection rushing
circumstance red put blues away.

Astray went any time of day.
Why put my blues hope,
pray until you find reservations.

I blame the ring of fire,
a wall of flames blues away.

Emotion running riot neighbourhood,
screaming dead night
to understood my blues. 

Little darling, tell 20/20 vision
I know it's nearly bedtime getting lonely.

Poem-A-Day: Day 463

All Through the Years

Longing 
through
sunrise
tears.
The 
eyes
cast
away
leaves
from 
fireside
familiar
bridges 
before 
the 
trying.
And
obscurity
promises 
caution,
longing
to
sunrise
where
years
all
through 
the
years.

Poem-A-Day: Day 462

Always

Open eyes
I see eyes open
No disguise
for the open

When it's cold
here in vain
the night
will be shame

Always with make believe
and live harmony 

Melting ice 
into the ocean
the tide see
motion

It's cold in vain
hold the night shame

Poem-A-Day: Day 461

Run to the Sun

The first time run away.
It's a choice easily not ashamed to face.
The light of self delusion ain't easy,
it ain't easy to see truth.

So run for the road,
and God's tears go with you.
My tears will be my hero.

I should fall a twist of fate,
but I'm open to woes of passion,
and the wheel for overkill.
Destiny is calling and it ain't easy.

Somebody willing to run
to the road lonely above,
run, see the days go wonder.

Poem-A-Day: Day 460

So the Story Goes

Close the sound of birds
in pastures nothing to perceive
of the sea beneath a lovely world,
magical, like a pearl in a house of stone,
a bed of time, tide washing through the soul.

Hear the soul lift up eyes to the sound,
the sky, and hear a breeze serene
feel like dust on the moon
beneath a magical story 
madrigal lovely.

World waxing lyrical
lies unfold the miracle story,
the lies and the miracle fresh in a shell
of sand and tide to wash your heart, the love,
your soul, lift eyes to the sky and hear a voice serene.

Poem-A-Day: Day 459

Man in the Moon

The deepest heart to wonder why.
Am I falling apart, scattered around this room?
I find one too soon night is anything,
and will survive's the spirit.
Fly with found energy,
keep it within delight
as garden whispered lonesome,
too afraid of dark sinking covers.
Sleep to the spinning peculiar.
I find the kind and civilized don't descend;
the dark moon shining fortune
and the man is sweet, sweet love.

Poem-A-Day: Day 458

I Love Saturday

If they'd have 
I'd find every way.
I would keep the late night
last when arms feeling my heart 
was empty.
But...
Saturday things were as they'd been.
I know they'd told me
I'd find tomorrow non-believers.
I was foolish to deny a shining bolt of blue.
Just one look had me over. 
But...
Saturday things were right as I know.

Poem-A-Day: Day 457

Take Me Back

back to the belonged
could be anyplace
a song where waterfalls dive into the snow
the summertime scarlet butterflies sleep
little trees and dream dragonflies
weary willow weeps where dandelions river flows
never back and flows back again
anything trapped in a world of strangers
don't tell anything
I'd rather fall

Poem-A-Day: Day 456

Home

Never home having a good time,
never time for the winter door
out before the hall white circles mind,
ices and freezes time.
Time will fall to its feet.
The world ain't never turning back,
this far lost within the north
till springtime is breathing the wilderness roar.
White ices over,
freezes time, the world, its feet, her hands, and her knees
till winter is lying before a stone's throw
from the white within my mind.
Life will fall, bringing the world…

Poem-A-Day: Day 455

Perfect Stranger

Hell,
I gave up for good.
I'd learned by now
a perfect stranger
would know more
for kidding the way it should be.
I should grow up
to the same space
that I talked myself into.
A corner,
you're no friend of mine,
false and indestructible.
I'd rather go twenty rounds
for killing myself the way it should be.
I should feel confined,
or I feel that I talked myself
above me control:
a sensation sweet so bad.

Poem-A-Day: Day 454

Siren Song

I endure the sound of ragged whispers
cutting through the colour of the soul
like cloudless sky of honesty.

Nightfall feel the anguish of emotion
that cry diamond spirits
for a thousand calling darkest thoughts.

Disappear love, joy, pain.

Poem-A-Day: Day 453

Turns the Love to Anger

Forget the world careering through space fatalistic.
Death, tear apart a war, religion, eyes…the screaming.
Are we pleased? Are we free? Obsession turns to anger
calling stony ground lost, primitive and fearless.
Confusion across the great wonder spinning by
pleased, free. This obsession turns the anger.
The dream should lie to reason over strategy.
Take a ride in the big blue too late.
Hope, looking doesn't really matter 'cause your day
now pleased, how free this obsession, the anger.

Poem-A-Day: Day 452

Love to Hate You

Crazy flowing ideas,
a thousand so sincere beautiful combination
sending shivers for every hesitation:
a combination down with any satisfaction.
Guarantee to the sender and the attached read:

“Hate.”

Expect every single letter
sorry shameful situation sending shivers spine,
like a murder know the killer,
a beautiful combination quiver
sliver and sent satisfaction to the sender read:

“Hate.” 

Sent for satisfaction
so return the sender the note attached to hate,
and the sent didn't come guarantee,
so I return,
and the note attached will read

“I love you.”

Poem-A-Day: Day 451

Am I Right?

Wandering back roads rain rushing to resolve
in twenties right, wrong, dreaming,
climbing backstairs chill wind cold in window
there, was it dreaming lonely people
walking miles old cathedral.
Play it down the river setting sails carries normal,
although not waiting, stop laughing off the rain
shaking till it starts flowers water floating
downstream, paper gutter blowing breeze.
Right? Wrong? Or just dreaming?

Poem-A-Day: Day 450

Breath of Life

never had a point,
always someone else's lie
left the choices to breathe in air.
time for the rest of coming back
to tune with the tide of the moon every night,
looking for a chance,
not a hope in life to breathe its air,
time, then coming back for air. 
time, rest, more.

Poem-A-Day: Day 449

Joan

Generation,
it feels like fire suspended in the light,
and it drives blind faith sold to disagree.

It's not the scheme to give up,
easily meant to be a waste within the scheme.
Things give up easily.

Psychic celebration in the stars
and see rising rapture,
fascination for the night and blind vision.

Rely on what it's just within,
life so easily meant to be energy
within the scheme to give up.

So,
that's not the way to be.
I'll waste time and energy.

Poem-A-Day: Day 448

Waiting for the Day

It was a fight that brought the walls dry tears.
Roll away, then perhaps forgive and disappear.

Blind arrogance walked away half chance,
waiting for you to come…come back.
Forget goodbye,
never on the sense of pride tell the world
your story slammed without a word.
In a fit you stood up, that you,
me…back to me…
you, me, you…me.
No, a single thought never had the day
that you come to, you come back.
Life long light of dawn at hand
keep safe your fantasy, and give the night
the light of day life long at hand.

Waiting for the end, your fantasy,
come and stay to give the night to fall.

Poem-A-Day: Day 447

Chorus

Go ahead dreaming for worth stricken bound,
kicking dirt, it's dark the night with scheming
and treasure cooking bones sharp cut the sun.
The birds and the fishes had gone to sleep,
screaming souls waiting for a time, cheating
the rising horizon distant chorus
birds singing bells in our hearts, in our minds...

Poem-A-Day: Day 446

Piano Song

Angry at the stupid people,
I go crazy at dullness,
sit and stare into an empty face.
Back at me, vulnerability rushes up,
I'm left the rebel,
without a deeper consciousness.
The harder it gets
I close my eyes, 
I get unwilling,
my body belies mind.
Older, the world forgets
I'm some kind of insensitivity.
I'm left here without a cause.
I delve into me
and you it gets me most.
I'll never see my eyes,
recollect, never forget what hurts.
I'll never see your touch.