Do you hear the rumble,
do you feel the shake
within?
Seems to pop
in this strangest place
All ways
always
are before you
And after all
is said and done
it’s sad to think
there’s only one
In memoriam
© Chagall 2014
Archive for September, 2014
I have so much to say today
so I shake you to wake you
Get up! and I’ll tell you
of life that bursts
to get inside
Your mind and your heart,
need I mention the soul?
If indeed there are
such things
Fragile things that come and go
once, or twice, I don’t really know
though I do when it’s only me
I dreamed that I once was atop a hill
wondering which way was down
so I followed the cooler breeze
Was that you where the sand ran
dry to wet at the edge of the dense brush
opening wide to the sea?
Of all that we were and all that we are
in prayer that we’ll someday be
Wake up! I’ve so much to tell you
© Chagall 2014
Used to be so lovely
now they say I’m only
lucky just to be alive
Daybreak on the water
lighting up the harbor
drowning’s just a state of mind
Episodes happen, everybody has some
get them while you’re staring
up the frown
Pleasure is a feeling
cracks along your ceiling
hoped once that I’d fall
on through and down
Pardon me a moment
need to find an exit
jotting down a parting
line or two
Episodes happen
everybody has them
even when you stand
atop the world
Used to be so lonely
now they say I’m lucky
Simply try to stay alive
Daybreak on the water
lighting up the harbor
drowning doesn’t take much time
It’s just a state
of mind
© Chagall 2014
Tequila
on the rocks
on the beach
on my mind
Yes please, put it
on her tab
© Chagall 2014
I do plan
to undertake activity
to consider what I’ll apply effort to
with respect to tasks around proactively
thinking about the short and long-term work
that absolutely needs to be done to schedule time
for logistics and to make considerations for the stuff
I will do
Let’s be certain to touch face
in a base-to-base meeting
we can blue ball it then
© Chagall 2014
In deep mind I dance
dark circles, whirlpools
exist in the figure outside
where I’m ground
Embracing fits
like gilded chases
after images of light
too bright
In neon
throbbing day-glow
I fade under focus, intent
on comfort, the nether end
of feeling
Not belonging
is the rite of entry
back to the eddy to the point
© Chagall 2014
Despite this loss
of madness
I look forward
to crazy again
© Chagall 2014
The plainer talk pierced
finery, then ramble
I said and therefore
she saw
True is not
always true
she lied
Despite fragile chance
I surrender always
Let go
this time around
© Chagall 2014
Inconsequential ending
how deeply then
were we bound
since the start
An untied bow, no wrapper
just a smile pulled down
way down
Can someone close
the window? I seem
to be losing
all of my steam
I gobble up Time
one twice daily
since I’ve heard
that it heals
Prescribed
to be taken
On an empty heart
right before
long
© Chagall 2014
In her eyes
spin worlds
lost stars
sadder songs
played on
darkly spilled
still cascades
she blinks
after all
time when
more hearts
drop she falls
keeps falling
kept yet fell
only once
I’m sure
© Chagall 2014
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