Wanna Work (176/365)

Easy unrest
Stressful peace
Chocolate & apples
Reverse mullet
Wanna create
Wanna give something
Wanna love sweeter
And see you again
Wanna be satisfied
With never being satisfied
Wanna give people jobs
And see them flourish
Ants with no leaders
We need a new economy
That builds communities
And never destroys
Put the product in our hands
We’ll be the stewards
They’ll lose a little control
And we’ll all benefit

Daily Poetry

Writing a poem every day has given me insight into my own life. For example, I notice that I write the most sweetest, love-everyone poems right before sickness takes over my body. I’m also noticing the astrological influences of poems written in different months of the year. There seems to be a correlation with the energy of the astrological influence (broad & sweeping, freedom & justice, detail-oriented, etc.). Maybe I will further analyze this when I am done writing my 365 poems next June.

To Know (175/365)

Can I find them in the mirror?
If I know each cell and nerve
The ecosystems and design
Should surely speak to my beginnings
Do I need to peel the layers
Of the body, breath, and mind
And dwell in the vaster silence
Of the inner worlds of black?
Can I find them in my animal
Her similarities and her differences
If I am sensitive to her energy
Will I gain knowledge of existence?
Or need I travel past the Milky Way
To worlds untouched by humans
See new life breathe new air
Make the puzzle even bigger
Deep within or deep without
Ever dispelling the doubt

Together (174/365)

My heart beats faster when you’re around
I say stupid things but it doesn’t matter
We know each other like we know ourselves
Two slumdogs racing through an urban jungle

We’ve known hard times and harder work
And we’re not afraid to take what is ours
We got so high now nothing can stop us
Fueling these dreams side by side

Just One (173/365)

Living on the edge of sanity
Jittery behind the wheel
Reacting to your friends a game
A habit of a fool
For emotions should be called upon
In times of dire need
Not tossed around untruthfully
Preventing you from truly feeling
Your interactions a charade
Not even close to two hearts meeting
But perhaps we wear these shields
For fear of blood brothers and sisters
144 ways to differ
Then a thousand more degrees
I’m attracted to the different
I’m a curious thirsty creature
So tired of living in just one body
Even with TV and teachers
But I dare not get too close
I could merge with you so easy
Then my lover would be angry
And my own body would miss me
But it’s hard to love others as yourself
Yet keep them on a higher shelf
As if they were chotchkies
Small items of interest
And not supernovas or bright as sunsets

The Middle (172/365)

Engineering
Communicating
Hope sustaining
Health sustaining
What’s our value?
What’s this power
That our instruments can’t measure?

Power to imagine and manifest
Power to breathe and move our limbs
Power that leaves with dying breath
Power fickle and formless

We build things so we must be gods
Or does the octapus do the same?
Then is it all a silly game?
Or does that question hurt my name?

For living is the only thing
We know we’re meant to do
And when the red sun rises cool
Another race will ponder who it was that set them spinning round in circles
Self aware past benefit
Guarding life in all its facets
While the universe collapses

Tell Her (171/365)

Tell her truth is almost always the best option
And that relationships need trust to grow
She needs to know she is safe in God’s hands
That holding tight isn’t as secure as letting go

Let her know the law of the universe
Is ordered chaos – nothing happens by chance
Just as every action causes reaction
We can never know all the variables, so relax

As a mind free of clutter finds the clearest path
Let her know that her tendencies
Are not a source of pride or shame – They just are
And to work every day at being

More trustworthy
More open to the subtle forces
More aware of the potential within herself and others
More aligned with the mighty cosmos