Poem-A-Day: Day 504

When Will I See You Again

Will precious moments
Wait forever to suffer
Night through together?

Or is beginning
The end when you are just friends?
Is this when I see?

Poem-A-Day: Day 503

Everyday

Everyday faster than a roller coaster
will surely come faster,
go ahead and surely come my way. 

Everyday a little longer,
every way a little stronger,
come, do you really long true everyday?

It's faster, a little longer,
every way a little stronger,
long for everyday closer than my way.

Poem-A-Day: Day 502

Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)

broken every rebel floor
the game for only metal
a bore blue eyes tell
lies smile running wild
nothing gone and tarry
for a test a game to lose
it's hard to resist to hide
come make or do wild everything
ignore faith 'cause i know what faith is
what it's worth don't make me smile wild

Poem-A-Day: Day 501

Everybody’s Got To Learn Sometime

Change around your heart,
it will astound the sunshine.

Everybody's gotta learn,
Sometime, everybody's gotta learn. 

Your heart around change
will astound everybody

Sometime everybody's gotta learn,
sometime everybody's gotta need the sunshine.

Poem-A-Day: Day 500

Solsbury Hill

Up on light wind blowing still,
the night was something to observe.

I heard a stretching nerve;
had no choice
just to trust imagination.

My heart was going home,
silence resigned, I was water.

Wine doors would be day to day life,
a thought of what connection
the scenery of machinery
going boom, boom, boom…

Grab your things back home
when illusion spin never where

I want to pirouette
when I am free.
Empty silhouettes can see
etiquette, another me,
a replacement on my face meant

My heart
was going to take me home.

Poem-A-Day: Day 499

Surreal

It all goes wrong 
like the blame nightmare prevails.
There is no crazy heart surreal.

Precious time is wishing away 
the wheel of fortune
spinning precious folds in bail. 

There is no guarantee,
and surreal precious slipping fortune
keeps running crazy.

Should I die surreal,
slipping away, wishing life away,
spinning anyway, running away. 

Surreal is slipping life; 
the wheel keeps a precious time
running away. 

Surreal is wishing your life away; 
of fortune spinning precious
running away.

Poem-A-Day: Day 498

Moon & the Sky

It's gone,
too late to wish farewell 
in other worlds.

See how the moon,
cool sky as snow 
in my hand taste parting sigh,
takes the boat across gentle tears.

The sky all of a sudden
heard the sea in the moon
cool tears as sky.

Poem-A-Day: Day 497

Catch 22

I seem nervous
and the world rushing through time, 
yes, a long time
is a place where I surrender. 
It's not hard,
And worldly goods
chase sorry things.

Life is a dream cried on shoulder;
the great blue surrender to goods.

I surrender in my heart,
no catch 22,
and all my misdemeanour 
is a place where it's not hard to give,
a place where my heart,
catch 22,
and all my goods I give.

Poem-A-Day: Day 496

Love is the Rage

If I were a woman,
I would be strong enough to cry.

I'm in a mood to keep divine rage alone, 
bizarre, melancholy, lovely.

If you were my lover, 
Would you be a man strong enough
to stumble through my speech? 

The rage is bizarre, having a laugh, 
divine melancholy is alone. 

Melancholy, leave me alone, 
bizarre, a laugh is divine lover.

Poem-A-Day: Day 495

Here in My Heart

Burning like a fire,
desire will fall bright
like crying moments
gone softly screaming alive,
dreaming forever in moments gone.
Burning deep down,
a fire in here will forever fall
bright like the crying night 
gone now forever.

Poem-A-Day: Day 494

Mad As We Are

I drink away hurting, 
wishing there was something more 
before turned promises.

Mad as lines across silver burns,
a trail of light flickering needles
climbing up bone cathedrals.

I'm not sure I want to try
shadows across a trail,
flickering like moths broken easily. 

We cannot fail 
across it, a speed flickering mad,
as blue screen burns hope. 

We are lines
across silver screen light, 
flickering like moths in the night.

Poem-A-Day: Day 493

Alien

Cuts quick emotion,
a trip of a lie 
pressed to lips 
collide ardent and lithe, 
seeps into kisses,
and young dream
strange tuning low whispering.

Goodbye alien,
so it seems 
softly potent, serene, 
vacant and shy 
everywhere under skin and hair, 
young could fly 
like a radio goodbye.

Seep into the ground,
the earth,
and I am young alien strange, 
tuning like a whispering dream,
like a radio alien 
strange, whispering serene,
so alien.

Poem-A-Day: Day 492

Perchance to Dream

Perchance the wall of sound
crashing world upside-down,
and then I start to breathe 
for the first time suddenly.
As calm as sky full tears asunder, 
climb through the falling road.
Something will explode 
and the world with time tin box 
to strike it spark satisfied 
lights up soft wood,
and I see,
and moonshine scares flickering
mellow shadows through the air. 
Brush clouds static blush loud 
and share time and breathe 
As if suddenly calm as wonder.
The car falling up to my head
will explode with time,
and share the world.

Poem-A-Day: Day 491

Crying in the Rain

“Make it okay
when you're moving now.”

     “I feel no pain.”

“I do.”

     “Everybody hurts
     when you stumble,
     it's all right, okay?”
 
“The way I feel,
I keep out of sight,
fade away
and the nights are cold.
I want here to hurt.”

     “Everybody hurts,
     it's all in the name of pain.” 

“I do.” 

     “When you stumble and fall,
     it's all in the name game.” 

“Tear it apart,
it's all love. 
Everybody hurts
when it's all love.”

Poem-A-Day: Day 490

Where in the World

Where did you go 
without a clue, a word? 
What did I believe? 

I can't believe my sense of humour 
gets away with murder.
You make an aftertaste of bitterness 
hit me in lips, awake, alone, wishing
you'd come leave desolate
and go fight someone else's war.
 
Shame, don't come near me. 
Go away, mess,
my humour can't you hear me.

Go away.
I can't believe the humour
wearing thin 
gets away with murder. 
Can't you hear? 
You make it go. 
Won't you make it go?

Poem-A-Day: Day 489

Freedom

Freedom,
come real will. 
Run away when things
don't know why the truth
of new human shadow
is growing storms. 

Believe, 
got to come and arise. 

We'll survive
for the light in a stranger's eyes. 

Make
all the wrong things right believe, 
to believe calling freedom 
will arise to heaven
and we'll survive the day 
and touch the sky.
 
Come, 
and we'll survive. 

Freedom,
come and touch the sky.

Heaven, 
day by day we'll survive
for the day freedom will come,
and touch the sky,
above will come 
and we'll survive for real.

Poem-A-Day: Day 488

Love Affair

It's not just all or nothing
or change and freak out
when the chances disappear.

Way out of here
there'll be words I could give,
more than just now,
or never give it all.

Is that what will stay
or up and disappear
forever like tears?

Mark words wanted
more than the chances
they disappear my way
or out of here.

There'll be tears
before my words
wanted more than stronger day.

Poem-A-Day: Day 487

Save Me Darling

Should it matter,
this old romantic heel?
Then again,
the illusion shattered magic fate is sealed
and knocked for the slightest,
blindest difference.

All together hear it better now,
savour the day over down deep.

Inside we're still alive,
'cause I took a shot at crashing
young full emotion.
It made the slightest difference
all better, all over, all together,
and I'm all over…

save the slightest difference together.
Let’s make it better and all over.

Poem-A-Day: Day 486

How Can I Say

homeward bound
looking bright 
lost between 
things looking 
cold inside 
devoid forlorn
remain unspoken
don't spoil 
many broken
crazy wars
to please
looking tonight
hard pressed
to make 
smile sad 
but worry 
say unspoken
spoil before
so many 
crazy wars
say what 
we said before
so many broken

Poem-A-Day: Day 485

Boy

Boy,
the child in me it's only life.

Coffee, an angel in the morning
dare to change freedom;
the guilty party of roses 
tossing and still to be sorry.

When it's over, when freedom don't come,
My years of love surely must be something.

Poem-A-Day: Day 484

Treasure

The wood at the end:
a treasured day, hat and shoes.

I lay down lost
and test the will to survive.

The shadow falls
and claim dream, trees and roads,
the hills, the sky, the deepest blue, 
the clouds, smoky trains.

News goes wide,
not a truth to lie in mother tongue.

Havoc wrecking lives
like a ball to the skull.

The spirit can't be broken.
I dream of trees and hills,
the sky, the deepest blue, 
the clouds, smoky trains. 

I dream.

Poem-A-Day: Day 483

Precious

the ebb will carry me forth,
though I'll miss the thought

of warm moon water sweet
soul keep the river sleeping,


sound dreaming deep and weepy,
calling out to dip and roar



of dizzy pass the same point. 
the world spins here precious,




and the river sleeping sound
shall be dreaming deep silver



sand, lightly dance the moon,
dreaming deep, shattered, dreamy,


calm and sweetly stars play
hide and deep dreaming sweet.

to keep a bed of silver sand
lightly by on moon dreaming deep.

Poem-A-Day: Day 482

Don’t Say Your Love is Killing Me

My eyes are nothing more, 
but I was willing and a show.

You could see nothing understood.

I was stupid,
but now I thought you were killing me.

You know I have deep foolish pride.

Heaven knows every scandal,
but how does it cope with nothing?

You were clever,
but you haven't got killing means.
 
I have deep foolish pride.

You know how to have feelings,
but hurt your foolish love.

I have feelings.
 
You know it means feelings, 
but not foolish pride.

Poem-A-Day: Day 481

In My Arms

The rise into shore
away to life on foreign oceans,
underneath the walls tumbling forever.

Calm harm

twice out of nowhere defined.

Colors are magnificent:

magenta,

bright blue,

and walls tumbling
forever calm.

Here in harm

walls

come tumbling

forever calm


                    in harm.

Poem-A-Day: Day 480

Reach Out

Walk away.

I need more words. 

I feel this everlasting flame
will wash through sorrow.

Better days would only turn,
and reach out.

Feel the rain?

I feel the drops
run down my everlasting shame,
wasted time now over.

Better days don't turn on me now. 

Reach out.

I will come around,
walk away more than ever,
walk away from my need.

Poem-A-Day: Day 479

Worlds on Fire

Across the sea it's dark above the quiet air.
It takes my name aloud and there is no end,
all the things that stop crying and dry up
don't know the key: fire full of pain
and endless fear sets free my mind.
Clear sight hurt space,
a lonely speck of dust magnificent.
And there is no end to crying.
Dry endless fire full of endless fear
sets free endless worlds of pain. 
Don't open your eyes.

Poem-A-Day: Day 478

Rain

What is there?
Only rain falling from the fair
and nothing gained.
Only the nothing more between
temperature's burning in light,
saving all that one can dare defy.
Only rain won't settle for less,
but no reflection in a fool for nothing,
nothing less is burning world.
All deny one true everyone to defy
only rain, my one true world.

Poem-A-Day: Day 477

A Long Goodbye

these days I'm trying 
when everything goes wrong
we do entirely different things…
meaningless.

ordinary sanctuary in the morning, 
sensation, vibration, 
life is fiction in this crazy illusion…
I just don't know.

To believe in entirely different things,
the whisperings should be swaying like a tree,
I feel the sky calling ordinary sanctuary…
morning sensation.

Life is truer than this mixed up world.
life is just a bird I ride in the morning.
A long goodbye is truer than fiction…
an illusion.

So ordinary, my darling.
The new sensation a dumb goodbye
mixed up in the life truer than fiction…
crazy is just an illusion.

Poem-A-Day: Day 476

I Love You

Your masochist mayhem mortal coil
is in danger.

There must be a thousand personalities
that mend you heart.

Take these words & give them back:
I reject your abuse.

Your sense of etiquette can't damage
a thousand hearts.

Now take your pillow
for I see you.

Poem-A-Day: Day 475

Angel

See my electric symphony 
in your eyes
hypnotised by the picture.
The beat feels like a fever burning secrets
ascending delving deeper
like unfurling flames in special ways,
in sexual want next to rocket red hot love perfection.
There's no secrets delving deeper
under water crystal spinning angel wings.
I'll be your deity,
come & touch me,
make turning the excitation high.
Crystal spinning giant love
evolving creatures like an angel; 
the flames of love.

Poem-A-Day: Day 474

Love the Way You Do So

the break of dawn
the window chair

quiver
let yourself go 

give yourself away
a heart felt meaning

recall
love warm inside

watch me glide
the way you love

rolling on
blending with the tease

another layer stillness
drawing closer like your heart

beating
and I will recall a night of love in motion