fall shows!

travel poetry

....as it does, change shuffles things around. it reorganizes. cleanses. it allows for the dust of things gone by to be rustled up a bit, in order to settle back down into the right place.

here, for you, are a few of the gusts, some scribbles i found, written along my journey from the bottom east to the top west (of the globe).

....

stain

It’s easy to let your mind wander
Into the deepest of darkest depths
For a memory to fade when you wonder
Into a thickening, blackening stain.

The unfortunate role of the pictures
To hold truth within the colours inside
So powerless when the story
Gets skewed, strangled and cast aside.

If only to stand there again now
With the blankets of bad thoughts removed
Under the umbrella of all the emotions
To cup the essence, restore all that stood

What a bright day it will be when the goodness
In all of the darkness passed
Emerges from under the molehill
Set free for the moments to last.

love chip

Is there a place where my love can go
A city inside of another heart’s hole
Is there a place it can seed and grow
A place wide and warm without walls or stones

Is there a place where my love can stay
Safe in a nectar of more love to make
Is there a place it is free to play
Young and fearless with no want to stray

Is there a place where my love can go
This little chip lost long ago.

toxic waste

Squish it like a sponge and let the dirt run out
If only my shield deflected toxins the way it cages my heart
So soft now the space between, not heavy like before
But that’s the trick, the light from thick, that keeps us coming back for more

I worry it’s not right and so I tell it to me once again
Curled up on the inside like child resisting sin
So open, here, I wish to be, unlonely like before
But I ward it off when it creeps closer in, just before it’s reached the core

Let time filter all I think, for the answers to hit the floor
Like a pinch here in this dreamy world where instances run thin
Then I’ll paint it in the sky with clouds, just like I’ve done before
And my lungs will fill, like two balloons, the keys to every door.

...

dark, dirty and past. that cleanse was due!

'til the next dose,

f:)