Day 239

Ready pressure

To be in flames

A new fire

Across a sea of

Hope

And possibilities

A sea of

Nothing

But chaos and despair.

A sea nonetheless

Day 238

Flying dutches

Skip cross the wing

Of the sea

On fire

Day 237

I'm nothing to this

For the glory of nothing

I'm nothing to this now.

Day 236

Noise noise and noise

This is terrifying knowledge

All of noise.

Day 235

No water in the sky

Pouring in the flood

No ark on ground

To save your soul.

Day 234

2 waiting near fire

3 waiting near sky

4 waiting near earth

So why do you

Wait near the sea

As the waves crash

Do you see the truth

In the collapsing water and sand?

1 waiting by the sea

Seeing only the truth

Of the storm.

Day 233

I hear the pebble creeping

Into the water

Rolling into the pond

Nothing to see

As hearing mixed

To sight

A flow of weather

In the sound of fire

Drums ring in taste

Nothing makes sense

As the pebble creeps into the pond.

Day 232

There is no sun

There is no sun

Hiding in clouds

Where'd you go?

Day 231

I have seen the fear

Of the lonely anger

The night's running

In a circle

Can't you see

The spelling

Of the shadows.

AR TI FO LI ME RO NE DE PU ME

Day 230

A shining house

Flying on the ground

Like a shiny horizon

Exotic in the sea

Skimming ground.

Day 229

Seeing not to know

In the depths of sea

Rising waves

To forever know

The great nothing.

Day 228

Would you cross the mountains

To find the answer to the question

Asked so long ago.

Why do you watch when you see?

We know the answer is:

I wish to see before it is to late

Fore when I cannot see I do not wish to regret not seeing

I wish to hear before it is to late

Fore when I cannot hear I do not wish to regret not hearing

I wish to feel before it is to late

Fore when I cannot feel I do not wish to regret not feeling

I wish to smell before it is to late

Fore when I cannot smell I do not wish to regret not smelling

I wish to taste before it is to late

Fore when I cannot taste I do not wish to regret not tasting.

And I wish to know before it is to late

Fore when I cannot know

I will not know to regret not knowing.

Day 227

So pretty

In pinkle

Flying in dark

Of floating night

In the fiery eye

Of nothing tonight

Is the truth.

Day 226

Floating horizons

Through the sea

Of nothingness

Flying in the shadows

Lack of coherence

In the fire

And the burning pot.

Day 225

Day flying

Catching flies

Eyes up high

A gaze of power

And night of doom

Descending in fire and mist

A forest of fir

In the noon

Of nothing.

Day 224

Night crawler

Crossing the horizon

Cloudy storm

The horizon shrinking

Over by the sun

Don't look

There crawls the night crawler.

Day 223

The world is shrinking

The sea is shrinking

The moon is flying

'Cross the sky

At a low time

Of money

And thought

The moon

Is corporate america.

Day 222

Red moon

Flaming orb of sky

Haunting the night

With your masterful aura

The red moon

Is on the rise.

Day 221

There is a river

Flowing up wards

Against the beat

Angel wing's pulse

Flying in the air

The river runs

The angel beats it's wings

Running river run away

Keep your distance

When the angel beats its wings.

Day 220

Ten

To the days

Of dust flowing on ground

A river leaving

Level ground

All in the past

Remaining

Through the future

Permeating through thoughts

Terror and terror and terror

And finally

The silence.

Day 219

Crush the sun

Send it into a wing

Up in the air

Thinly veiled

Hidden pilots

Jacks in the box

Popping when needed

Out into the world

Around a cooking pot.

Day 218

Is the moon full

Or does it fade away

In an illusion

To make us think

It is all there?

Day 217

The circle of the night

Forming the ring of day

Holes poked in it

As it is slowly eaten away

The ravenous hunger

Of the wolf sky

Until it is full

Does it stop and

Let

Go.

Day 216

The broken soldiers

All in a line

No dimensions but there own

The broken soldiers

An unseen to the seen

Forming rank

The broken soldiers

Falling like dominoes

And being beyond repair

The broken soldiers

What have you done to them

To break them so bad.

Day 215

Crawling in the skin

Of the life of man

The creeping loss

Of what you never had

Approaching anxiety

Thinking of what isn't lost

To you but perhaps to others

A transient nightmare

Darkness waking

All over you.

Day 214

The soul of yesterday

Creeping in the shadows

A jungle of truths

Built beneath the city of lies

As concrete creeps inward

The truth is known

On the shortness of all things

A fly on camera

To live and die

So soon after

In the after of today

And in the yesterday and tomorrow

The shortness of all things which is

The lack of spawn in reality

The lie that is life

To never be known.

213

Welling at the side

Of what is exists

What was and what shall be

All at the end of what is

A great sea to the future

A great sea to the past

A welling channel in the present

Swelling with strength

Swallowing more rocks

Stealing tomorrow

Like Robin Hood

And giving it

To what shall be

Keeping it from what shall never be.

Day 212

Story of a season

Closing a page

A sun setting

Fiery burst of happy

In sadness

Of water

Cooling energy

Making ground

Ending the story

The story of a season.

Day 211

Darkened skies

Showing among the lights

Of humanity on the ground

Pointing to the nothing.

Day 210

If nothing is real

Then how is it here

To be created in a pot

And spilled over a flame

To create

Nothing.