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.