Day 334

Ah... Paris

Je veux
marcher dons vos rues
visiter vos musées
manger vos cuisines
respirer vos air
regarder votre tour
écrire dans vos magasins de café
trouver l'amour dans vos parcs.
Je vais vous rendre visite bientot.

Day 333

Run, run, run
as fast as you can
Through the fire
and the rain
Through the tears
and the pain.
Run, run, run
as fast as you can
To the love
and the comfort
To the sun
and the warmth.

Day 332

Changes

Travel back in time
and change the future.
That's what you want to do.
Make it all better.
Change the choices.
Begin again.

The sun will still shine.
The leaves will still fall.
The snow will still drift.

You will still be you.

Day 331

This was yesterday's writing. By the time I went to enter it, both my iPad and I were dead.

Gluttony

You can't eat another bite
but do anyway.
The food beckons to you
as if it were a new experience
that will cease to exist
the moment you look away.
With every forkful,
a piece of your soul
bloats beyond recognition.
It expands to allow even
more in even though it knows
regret will come.

Day 330

Inspired by the events in Ferguson, St Louis.


I, Looter

Simmer.
Bubble.
Boil.
Seethe.
Erupt.
Vengeance is mine.

Day 329

Obsession

You
are all
I think about
every hour of
every day
every detail
of your face
etched into
my psyche
before my eyes
open in the morning
I only think of
you
your voice
your hair
your skin
your tattoos
in my mind
you
are mine
I will have
you
every piece of
you
I will never hurt
you
or abuse
you
or betray
you
or let
you
go
before my eyes
close at night
I imagine
you
beside me
holding me as
I hold
you
I can see in
your eyes that
you
are right where
you
need to be
With me.
Forever.

Day 328

I worked a little more on the one from yesterday. Perhaps there is still more to come.


Remnants of granite mountainsides,
excavated for low maintenance counters,
defy erosion
while homes are abandoned
and children are homeless.
Stumps of hemlock forests,
felled for outdated encyclopedias,
sit in wait
while teachers are fired
and ignorance is accepted.
Slivers of wheat fields,
reaped for thrown away cereal,
shudder in silence
while obesity expands
and anorexia is the ideal.

Day 327

I don't know about this one. It needs to go somewhere, but I'm not sure where. More to come, perhaps.


Remants of granite mountainsides,
excavated for low maintenance counters,
defy erosion.
Stumps of hemlock forests,
felled for outdated encyclopedias,
sit in wait.
Slivers of wheat fields,
reaped for thrown away cereal,
shudder in silence.

Day 326

Eyes closed.
Body supine.
Brain awake.

Day 325

Freedom

The shadow of your intolerance
suffocated my heart
and drowned my spirit.
Incapable of rebelling,
I subconsciously succumbed
and set my self aside.

Day 324

This is the first iteration of  an idea I want to develop. You will likely see something similar at a later time.


Freedom

Latent forces melt away.
Subconscious insecurities are shed.
All becomes clear.

Day 323

Anticipation

She watched the mountain pass below her feet.
People like mice, scurried left to right.
The clang of the rope crossing the pole startled her.
The car climbed higher and higher,
and the damp in her bones grabbed hold.
The sun was not strong enough to warm her.
She could not yet see the top of the mountain,
but her heart skipped at the impending dismount.
Once she reached the top, it would begin.

Day 322

Sun Beam

As I opened my eyes
from the dark,
the light was blinding.
I blinked away the haze
but still could not see.
The days of shadow
were not ready to
set me free.
I struggled to my feet
and knew that if I could
just start moving,
just stumble toward
the warmth of the light,
I would regain my sight.
I just had to move.

Day 321

The Cave

Tucked away on the
side of the mountain
where the sun rearly shines,
is a cave.
It is barely visible
as you pass by,
but stay a little longer,
and it will reveal itself.
The entrance is enticing and
beckons you in without a sound.
Once inside, it is familiar,
a place you're certain
you've visited before.
The beauty is intoxicating and
must be explored as it
draws you in deeper.
The further you go,
the more you know that
you must not be here.
Although it pulls you in,
seems to need you,
you do not belong here.
Turn and run,
but you will only
see darkness.
The only escape has closed,
and you are trapped forever.
The cave laughs and rejoices
at its capture
as tears stream
down your face.
Now, you remember.

Day 320

Troubled Head 

As the day unfolds
and the stories told,
the pain, it grows even stronger.
When the nighttime falls
and sleep's song calls,
the days, they grow ever longer.
As the chaos stills
and you lose your will
the noise in your head grows stronger.
When the daylight breaks
and it's time to wake,
you yearn for night to be longer.

Day 319

A Heart's Syncopation

The steady rat-a-tat-tat
of a beating heart
shifted out of sync
by a lover's embrace.
The smooth flow
of blood through the veins
interrupted by
a sudden gush of endorphins.
Life's very essence in peril.

Day 318

Release

Busy days turn into busy nights.
Purple and red sunsets give way to city lights.
The chaos of a regimented day
steps aside for inhinbition free play.

Day 317

I Don't Believe in Advice

The advice I would give
if I had to give advice
would be do not ask for
and do not give advice.
Whatever your choices,
you are the one to choose.
Accept their outcomes
if you win or if you lose.

Day 316

The words are out there
to say what needs to be said,
but they are scrambled
and flitting around in my head.
Vague insinuations
of ideas skating by
while the light of
inspiration blinds my eye.

Day 315

Relive

The stories of years ago
are once again at the front
of my mind.
I am revisiting the places
I left behind on an
eight hour flight.
People are in my lfe
that I assumed
had forgotten me.
I become old and young
at once.

Day 314

Tomorrow is Veteran's Day. I thought I'd try another military themed peom.

Short Timer's Disease

Your time is almost up.
You can think of nothing else.
You obsess over plans and paperwork,
making sure every T is crossed
and every I is dotted.
You fill out one form to fill out another.
You go to this office to get to that one.
Your bags are packed.
Your boxes are stacked.
You can all but envision
your parents' faces when
you walk through the door.

Your bunkmate is jealous
to be left behind.
Your friends say they'll
call from time to time.
You've lived with them,
worked with, ate with,
vacationed with them.
They are all you've known.
The sadness creeps in.

You focus on the forms, the bags
and the family you'll see.

You've woken every morning
to the sound of the trumpet.
You've put on your uniform
and stood in formation.
You've marched, saluted, pushed up
and done side straddle hops every day.

You've been in this vaccuum
of rules and regulations.
The seal will soon be broken
and the air will rush in.

Will you breathe deeply and
become alive again?
Will you breathe deeply and
pass out from the rush?

Day 313

I paint it to life.
The world is my creation.
My ocean. My soul.

Day 312

Song of a Memory

All it takes is a
simple
three
note
chord
to evoke the
complex
memory
of you.

I am back in time.
Back in your arms.
Back on your doorstep.
Back in the joy.
Back in the pain.

The lyrics are perfect.
I wish they were my own.

A long lost love for a
certain turn of phrase
overtakes my senses.

I shed a tear
for a sadness
I haven't felt in years.

I break a smile
for the peace
I now have.

In three short minutes,
I relive a lifetime.

It all begins with a
simple
three
note
chord.

Day 311

The Tiger

I know this place.
I know this town.
I know that river
and the path we found.
I've been here before,
many years ago.
I have something to say,
things you should know.
My father and I,
we hunted big game.
We loved all the animals
just the same.
We chased a big cat
through to this town.
We followed and tracked it
and hunted it down.
When the time came
to take the big shot,
we knew right then
we just could not.
We put down our guns,
but it was too late.
My father could see
this was his fate.
The tiger attacked
with all of its might,
snarling and growling
and waking the night.
I ran away crying,
back to the hut.
My feet were on fire
I just could not stop
but close to the door,
I suddenly fell.
I twisted my ankle
and let out a yell.
Where had I dropped?
What did I hit?
The hunter now hunted
I was in a tiger pit.
A rescue would come
but not for many days.
I'd go back to life.
I'd change my ways.
I was a fatherless son
and a hunter no more.
Life is for living,
to love and explore.

Day 310

I walk down the avenue,
looking up at the buildings.
The stories, the people.
The people and the stories.
Millions and millions of
thoughts waft through the air,
floating around, in and out
of the man-made canyons.
They circle up and back,
hitting you from behind
when you least expect it.

Day 309

Waiting

Waiting for the light to flash.
Waiting through the blinding dark.
Waiting for the flood gates to open.
Waiting for the beauty to emerge.

Day 308

I Am Perfect

There are no mistakes
I have not made.
The path behind me is
flooded with tears
that are not my own.

I am perfect.

Scars from my blade
cut deep in those that
dare to be near me.
Puddles of poisonous words
are like pock marks
across the grass.

I am perfect.

I can not control
my thoughts or my actions
when the thunder rolls
or the lightening strikes.
I can only step aside and
watch the destruction.

I am perfect.

There is a soft spot
buried deep inside.
It is small and shy
and has been in hiding
for as long as I can remember.

I am perfect.

I was once a good person
who loved and shared
and cared about others,
but anger, pain and resentment
have amputated the arms
with which I reached out.

I am perfect.

There will be time when
the despair will be overshadowed
and I will forgive myself
for the mistakes I've made
and the pain I have caused.

I am perfect.

I will rise again,
reborn from hatred into
love, kindness and acceptance.
For the road I have traveled
has made me who I am.

I am perfect.

Day 307

Not A Dream

When I awoke,
you were at my bedside.
You held my hand
and said you've
been right here all along.

Day 306

Pillow Talk

With the star light seeping through
the slightly drawn curtains, we embrace.
Your body caresses every inch of mine
while your fingers twirl a tress of my hair.
You whisper in my ear, "Tell me a secret",
and then you gently kiss my lobe.
I do not hesitate to open my heart
and share everything with you.
You brush the hair from my face
and pull me in closer as I talk of
the pain of a broken childhood.
You laugh, and I feel your
chest rise and fall as I describe
the silly way I became a woman.
You do not judge. I can feel it.
Through the warm, abiding blanket of your body you comfort me and accept me.
I know that I will never be alone again.

Day 305

You and Your Kind

I will not learn your ways.
Ignorance is so much easier.
I will accept the propaganda
without a second guess.
I will hate you for your name,
forgetting the history of my own.