to-do lists

 threats 

always come

top down,

not bottom up.

mushrooms in the belly,

eat your worries,

digest them down,

subdue your anxiety,

calm the storm.

all that hurt,

pouring thru your eyes,

pouring down those feelings,

pour, pour, pour.

how many times,

been down those halls,

how many hugs,

how many smiles?

What ends up meant to be?

Stories read in the dead of night,

Some out walking, drinking, dancing, eating

dot dot dot.

What destiny ends up ringing,

broken diminished being,

hands always holding,

last call bummers,

future free. 

at the gates of abandon

 what do you seek?

ye who enters,

who beckons thusly, who touches the night

and its many faces.

how you stumble,

how you croak,

where do you travel

so swiftly, so swiftly.

how a mind wanders,

and seeks to rest, yet

little success to measure,

slowly measured, toiled and

under; i shudder and wonder.

what could you find

that thus would be happy,

what makes that smile,

what makes your laughter,

what makes you crumble

when do you exit?

why even bother...

who strikes out in purpose,

made with a mention, made by the

heavens; the mystery

of the evening, the silent

of the night, carry me gently,

tell me so softly,

whisper quiet alrights

whisper me solace

whisper the right thing

so that i can shutter all my

worry, and answer the query.

i seek life everlasting,

i seek omnipotent knowing,

i seek a most humble meeting,

with mighty creator,

i seek understanding,

i seek penance, repentant and guilty,

i am but human

i seek some salvation,

harmony, harmonized, corporeal bloody being.

 

that other thing

 the candle

light, the wick

that burns, lost in

thought. oblivion.

the moment good

the sparkly lights,

the hot, hot, food,

the momentary kiss.

the wine by glass,

lost in thought,

day dreaming play,

the parking spot,

the crowd looks good,

people wanting.

super excited

beating heart,

holding hands,

long lost thought,

brilliant adventure

Did you know:

we live lives resting on strange hands

who made our beds,

we dont make them,

we live in the history of others

we are one, we sleep and wake

woken by a mighty star

hiding when it turns away.

Would be lost in the dark,

But collective sight 

Guides the way. 

 

butterfly wings

 who hears the revelry

from far away

the rustling of the leaves,

joyous jubilation,

whispering chatter

distant cheers,

does the singing cross the distance

of the sleeping family,

does the laughter from the forest,

light the fire,

pass the blankets,

share the stories,

wait for the silence

just wait and see,

if the wind doesnt break it,

then shooting stars

make passable meals.