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.