Poem-A-Day: Day 528

Golden Heart

a bubble floating high
won't break, won't melt fragile.

so coldly hope will forgive me
for who I really am in the morning.

we are lucky there's a light 
crawling slowly in the mirror.

the moods of joy and anger
owe fortune tears shining love.

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...