In the Desert (247/365)

A side-winding snake
Glides over the packed desert earth
A wellspring of cold clear water
Gushes generously ahead
I slurp out of my clean cupped hands
Burnt but refreshed

Body Diversions (246/365)

I wanna do a backflip
Just to prove
I can move my body
Any way I like
I want to curl up next to you
And fall asleep on your arm
To feel your heart beating
And your waves across my skin
I could stare at you all day
And get tangled in your beauty
Diversions in these bodies
Fun and sex and nudity

Fantastic Voyage (245/365)

I know my life
Is the most important story ever told
The secrets of the universe
Are hidden in me
I know the terrain
I will be my guide

Rage Game (244/365)

Have you ever watched yourself murder
In cold blood
With no remorse
And thirst for more
In the absence of God and love
Have you ever felt your face
Twist demonically
As you shoved a stranger
Felt your cheek grow numb in rage?
Have you ever stabbed someone
Then enjoyed
The quickening of your pulse
As you watched them struggle
Has rage infected you?

Only Human (243/365)

It's not that humans are basically good
That gives me hope
But that they're basically basic

We make people complex
With our words and gossip
When the truth is usually simple

Neither moved by evil
Nor compelled by good
A human acts human
In response to human needs

If you are still confused
There is no lazy
There is no stupid

There is only human

It's Time (242/365)

A lump in my throat
But pride in my step
My training was perfect
I am ready and excited
For all that can be
It's within my reach

Rivalry (241/365)

A healthy distaste
That squeezes the heart
Similar enough
But worlds apart
A push of a magnet
Of opposite pole
Your actions a joke
Your words burn as coal
In the furnace that fuels
My escape from this earth
Distanced from you
Finding my truth

Spring Cleaning (240/365)

Clear the clutter
Find a place
Make some space
For magic

Seasick (239/365)

Blue faced clowns
With jester hats
Scratching at the door
Looking for flowers and grass and sunshine
But there's a leak and water's on the floor

A gun to the head of a faithful friend
Sometimes they just kill themselves
But if we are what they were
There's order in chaos
And comfort in order
So life marches on
In predictable succession
It all makes sense when they're gone

Then back to the bliss
Behind our brains, pull the curtains
And stop the show
And the sounds and color of black infinity
Silence the narration that rocks the boat

Fight Inside (238/365)

I'm dying on the inside
And I keep on dropping bombs
One by one
Down my throat
I moan and miss my mom
I no longer pause before killing
All offenders must be put down
One by one
Stoic and focused
Fiercely claiming my ground

I Love San Francisco

I love San Francisco! Instead of being someone similar who is trying to be different, I get to be someone different trying to find similarities.

Zones (237/365)

Let us be known
Not for how we drag or push
But how we make room
For a soul to bloom
What is the key that unlocks their door?
Where are the wounds to their inner child?
Step aside and let the fresh breeze in
As gentle as palms on a crystal ball
Or a hand on the skin of a grieving friend
Guard my actions like my words
And know you are safe under my wing

Common Wisdom (236/365)

Everyday I'm adjusting myself
Everyday I look at what I need to change
Ain't no shame in my game
I believe in being calm
They say they don't believe in God
But God is the first word out of their mouth
When things go wrong

Sleepy (235/365)

Softly drifting toward my dreams
Weaving scenes, colors bleed
Shed the stress
Melts off the bed
Cradled, cushioned
Fearless, dead

Passion and Perfection (234/365)

Perfection without passion
Or passion sans perfection
Both are incomplete
But don't tell me perfect is a myth
That's something losers say
When they've failed along the way
Resurrect the vision
Up your dose of discrimination
Send your energy in the right direction
Perfection is a framework
That guides human effort
Ever striving, never despairing
Passion patches up the voids

Living Pure (233/365)

I'm tired of the fear
The panic attacks
When my name is called
I want to live like honey
And float in milk

Success Study (232/365)

Study success
What is its pattern?
Who does God touch?
Look outside yourself
Sometimes we tell ourselves
Bedtime stories
Wherein we are the heroes
But none of us flies solo
Except to the grave

Motivation (231/365)

What moves you?
Who is pushing or pulling?
What drives you on?
Who whispers in your ear,
Who tells you what success is
When to be happy
What hangs from the stick just out of reach?
Then who tells you you've failed?
Is it the truth?
Who withholds the prize?
What makes you feel angry and insufficient?
What holds you back?

Energy Color (230/365)

Love is gold and pearls
Opal swirled white
Covered in lace
Enveloped and hooded
Above the skin the surface
Is alive and electric
Talk to the plants
Your energy is quite tangible
Not just a flush or dilating pupil
But an aura larger than you

Complexity

We are ok with complex technologies in our cars, our phones, our products. We are not ok with complex financial transactions or contract agreements.

War & Peace (229/365)

Telling others that you are worthy
That you are special
Is redundant
You were born worthy
You are nothing but special
Or you would not exist
Others are too worried about their own abilities to measure up
To listen to your resounding gong
We all have a part to play
So save the sad soliloquy for Armaggedon
You're home and the war is over
Adjust to a new era
In times of peace, enforce the bonds
Yes, we must test our resolve for success
Pull the knots to expose weak spots
But enter with caution
Into easy but unfamiliar territory
Your post traumatic stress is bound to interfere
Be ever aware of the sleeping serpent inside us all
Which devours both evil and good when its basket is kicked

Business (228/365)

How big is too big?
I start a business
It grows to 250
Then start another
Let's fill those holes
The empty buildings
Look wrong on Main Street
I'm good at this
Let's do it right!
Put people to work
What do we need?
There's too many eggs
In too few baskets
I'll start an army
Of Maslow leaders
We'll change our country
One block at a time

Energy (227/365)

How do you handle a lightning bolt?
Let it cool down, dissipate, lose the charge
Emotions are real
But jagged and sharp
Not gentle or respectful or thoughtful
By nature
Express if you must
Then the work begins
In the calm afterstorm
To repair what was fried
And find shelter in one another

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