Words of Ours (226/365)

Mr. Llaneous
The opposite of quiet
Social networking
Makes people nervous
We're not supposed to know
What's on your mind
So many words might carry disease
But we can't shut up

These minds of ours
Are ready to be tamed
By the whips of masses
From a distance
Silence in the new age
Is not a virtue
But a resistance
To the future

Buried Alive (225/365)

A hidden success
Your secret triumph
Not newsworthy
Notable or ad-friendly
But a step
In the right direction with a heavy foot
And a friend by your side
The crowd didn't cheer today
But "life ain't a track meet --
It's a marathon."

Issues (224/365)

Understanding expectations
Imperfect communication
Fears are illusions
Failure impossible
Live to succeed
You make the rules
Change the game
Sniff out the fakes
Imperfect by nature
Disregard the sad
You eat that cake sometimes
And it tastes so good going down
But you'll regret it tomorrow
Nothing you do will change the past
But you can walk with pride today
And maybe brighten their day

Punished (223/365)

A tickle in the throat
That's all she wrote
Cough up a lung
Isn't this fun?
Mucus for miles
Half-hearted smiles
Tissues and cough drops and water
Oh my!
Can't we be over this illness already?
It's taken its toll
Wasn't that the goal?
Now leave me alone
You've already won.

6 Word Memoir (222/365)

Fearing change, accepting change, making change.

Good Writing (221/365)

It's like wrapping a present
To give to someone
Pulling in all directions
Fitting the corners
Smoothing the wrinkles
Securing straight and snug
Then applying the finishing touches
Winding the ribbon and meeting on top
In a neat bow or a burst of joyful curls

Longing (220/365)

I'm longing for you
From my head to my toes
I still remember your first hug in the kitchen
But the chicken was stinking
In the can on the left
And that first sweet embrace was quickly erased
But the dance of our lives
Had only begun
And I left you in Albuquerque
To meet up in hot Miami
And you chased me to Montana
So I came to California
Finally home in San Francisco
I ly in my big bed
With thoughts of you in my big head
My partner, knight, and lover
And so much to discover

Still Me (219/365)

I look straight into your large green eyes
The pupils wide black pools
You gaze into mine
So small and so blue
We stare and your lids slowly close
For a moment I was there
In that room with myself
All consuming, all blissful, all free
I left in tears as I returned to this world
Still itching, still spinning, still me.

Evolution Series 1 (218/365)

Evolving into higher order
Taking energy from somewhere
We all feel it in us
A force for life
Defying the natural laws
In a spike of time infinitely small
Miracles happen

Personal (217/365)

But how do you really feel?
That story inside your head
The one you tell yourself every time it happens
What do you say to yourself
To get to sleep at night
When you don't measure up
When you're making that purchase
When you're looking in the mirror
What do you say
That alienates others
Before you meet them
That closes opportunities
As you approach them
What thoughts are holding us back?

Without You (216/365)

My lover is gone
I stir the pot
Don't whine! Don't whine!
I'm ready not really
Another wasted day
Without you

Looking Back (215/365)

I've become the person I always despised
The wussy, cold blooded Californian
Liberal agnostic
Who takes deep breaths
Walks miles a day
Calls veggie burgers a meal
Buys her fruit organic
I never understood the girl
Who dabbles in astrology
Reads of the east
Who admits she doesn't know it all
Especially about life
Who champions thinking twice
About issues once so black & white
I've accepted so much change
It's a pattern ingrained
I thought I'd like security
But restlessness drives me
I await tomorrow with baited breath
Of course I believe in change
Anything less would be my death

You Can Run (214/365)

Why am I paying 25 percent
A sum I can't afford
While the rich pay 1 percent
And run for office on the balance
Why do those crooks still have their jobs
While the honest scramble for dollars
The rebound a facade, I'm not buying it
The greed peddlers sold fake products
They should be in jail
They almost brought the country I love
To ruin
They bribed and they lied and we bought
Obama's not perfect and neither are we
But you gave Bush 43 eight long years
You can't purge a Senate in eleven months
Of the criminals who drank the wine
If the rich choose to sit on their piles of money
Winners in a game where the refs are paid off
Then God help them
When we take back our country

Touch (213/365)

The spark of a human touch
Sets off purring ecstasy
Connections heal
Don't stop the flow
When I need it the most
Our skin not a barrier
But a bridge, a conductor
Bodies meet or repel into space

Living Fearlessly (212/365)

No room for yoga on a plane
But they were right about people!
Who thought fear was immortal?

Bubble Fever (211/365)

A microcosm of the creator
We receive, expand, and send
Then there are those
Who receive many big bubbles
Catch them in their hands
Then compress and compress
And add to their floating pile
While fireworks go off around the world
The explosion of the century is gathering fuel

The Process (210/365)

Show me my demons
I can wrestle them now
Show me your demons
And I shrink in disgust
Slow to compassion
But give me some time
We'll work it through
In solitary we purge
Together we learn

Let it Be (209/365)

Misaligned, mistaken
Hurt by a phantom of the opera
Send joy to me
Let me be the glorious animal I am capable of
Let me be unmoved
By my imaginary fears
And driven by freedom, justice, and fun
Fill my heart daily with love
For myself, for others, for life
Let each day be a celebration
And constant worship of the great unknown

Help, help, help

"The idea of helping others is a subtle form of the ego. It is only the Divine Force that can help. One can be its instrument, but you should first learn to be a fit and egoless instrument...To grow in the spirit is the greatest help one can give to others, for then something flows out naturally to those around that helps them."

-Sri Aurobindo

Prose (208/365)

Turning the dials
Where will I land?
I've got a long way to go but only I can walk this path all the way
A new read on an old verse
It's not a battle anymore
Think of it as perspective