Thursday, June 12, 2014

Scrabble Scramble

An ox
Floating on top of a dime
Latte laden bi-sexual thoughts
Thread themselves with gay momentum
Don't mean to be coy
By gay I certainly mean happy
Pun intended
I drip with tonal layers of the tree of life
I am pooled in the wings of the howling owl
Who carries me to safety nightly as I sleep
My rival is sore and sobs loudly
While dreaming of gore
But it will be an Aeon before he finds me here
And if it wasn't for Lance there would be not a chance
Of these letters printed plainly across my chest
Every thread of every blanket
Every pane of guardian windows
Drafts us together for causes we do not yet understand
Being raw made me perfect for the fit
For the pick
I am the draft this season
So you better get along with it
Tires roll like taxes down proverbial myths
I say hello to the ones who are waving hi with their wrists
The "in" crowd was never where I belonged

Momentum

Breaking down spoken pieces
Words gone arye
These thoughts of mine
Never stop
Inside this rapid cycling brain of mine
Well suited to my name
Go ahead & call me Rain
My pain is the Mother's tears
Years of built up emotion
Oceans of energy
Remembering me
In every orifice of this life
My strife is only due
To those things done incorrectly
And I continue suspecting
When we're going to do this right
Sight over sound
I am glad that you found me
Now


I am awake but still dreaming
Finding meaning in every image
Presented to me like puzzle pieces
Releasing hope
For a picture completed
Seating floats through memories
Competing for space in my
Cognitive race
Waiting for a page in my journal
To write themselves remembered
Relevant to all things unsaid
Unspoken but never broken
We are not the spokes in the wheel
We are vehicles of change
Rearranging Tetris pieces
Until I am as effective
As I ever will be


These wings of freedom
Sing new melodies
Harmony yet unsung
Sleep with me
And by that I mean lay next to me
And close your eyes
Ride waves of cloud consciousness
Restlessness dissipates
And pillows of dreams
Mean I will wake up
Ready to face the day
Clay pots rot over time
Holding wine
But I feel sublime
When I sleep at your side


Tides roll in and out
Of mindful thought
Wrought with circadian rhythms
And hearts brought to their knees
Freezing time
Present in the moment at hand
I feel restless
Longing to shake this state
Anticipating movement
Moving on to the next page
This chapter written
Doors open
Next phrase
Trying so hard to ammend
My anxiety ridden ways


I breathe heavy these days
So many thoughts
Clogging my neural passageways
Keep my hope at bay
Their hatred cannot
Bury my brightest day
It comes in waves
All I want is for it to go away
Hear what I say?


Actively participate
In solving the maze
Better and better as I sway
Saying words to encourage my soul to stay


You were my greatest Zeitgeiber
For my circadian soul day
Rhythm concentrated
As my heart began to sway
Amber odds were against me
And I wish that I could've stayed
Against your chest
Divest my best
Rest in your bed that day


Maybe you wouldn't have decided
To play chicken with our flesh
Buffalo wild wings singing songs
A destiny less divine
I miss you all the time
Cycle upside down
I long to escape
I am already far from this place
No desire for time to waste
No desire to run the rat race


Spaces in between the noise
Conversations with lonely boys
No size or season for moral spoils
I need coils of recalcitration
You create a sensation in the
Base of my spine
But love is more than the
Tingling time spent yearning


I am annoyed with ordinary life
I need dancing hippie grass music
Fed by sunshine and water
Hopeful conversations filled with harmony
Advancing thoughts of world order
Progressive change
And peace-filled momentum


I am persuing personal achievement
Checking my meter daily
Quarter feeding seeds for the sewing
Rowing my boat, harder and stronger
Enjoying the moment more as I go

Scrabble

My body needs to embrace you
My beet red breast is beset
By my fists hatred
I placed a hex on my own chest
This heart of mine
At work beating double time
I can be a biter and a fighter
When I must
Holding my thoughts
As hostages of war
Until I nearly combust
I have reaked havok
Amidst the quiet clone hive
It plays loud parts on the toy stage
Where we celebrated our lust
I pulled rank along the first mile
Headed East
Turned a deaf ear to the tear
That fell Southern down my cheek
I would rejoice to see a poodle
On any other day
But not one prancing
off the grid
Along the narrow way
An honest spar with the student
To engage your grain
Is a do or die situation
In the meat of the lesson
We forget to eat the marrow
I am all I have claimed to be
And things I still refuse to see
It is as it must be