14/365 - Daunting

 

The expectations

of existence

are endless

Like a great mountain

-Whitney-

-Kilimanjaro-

-Everest-

Whose peak is shrouded

in a hooded cloak

of ethereal clouds

But you know

it's there

somewhere

so you climb

always expecting

to break through the mist

and see at last

the snow capped summit

and that promise

keeps you going

through the ever

changing landscape

and the switchbacks

of the scrub trails

but aside from 

some pockets of clarity

the haze never clears

the apex never appears

13/365 - Create

 

The whole of the universe

is driven to create

Nothing is

without being made

Something from something

becomes something else

We all want to leave

a piece of ourselves

but it's impossible to exist

without leaving our mark

even destruction

creates a new spark

12/365 Your Chariot Awaits

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

Waiting patiently in the dark

for the next adventure to start

I know that soon you will awake

and we'll ride out together to see dawn break

But time it passes so slowly here

Still our moment must be near

I anticipate the creak of the door

as it scrapes across the floor

But your silhouette does not appear

My expectation turns to fear

And in the shadows grey light creeps

as daylight rouses all that sleeps

I am resigned to wait some more

watching the sun's rays crawl across the floor

until the long light of afternoon

fills my little waiting room

But just as I had given up hope

the silence of my misery broke

because finally you had arrived

stroking my handlebars you sat astride

and together we peddled into twilight

When its just you and me, all is finally right

11/365 - Neglect

 

I do not care what you may think

about my clover fields

I do not care if you fret

about how the house paint peels

Because while you stand in my front yard

and shake your head and tut

Just know I'm out living my life

because I don't give a fuck

10/365 - Reputation

 

How can you claim to see

what lies deep inside of me

when I am still learning myself

How can you claim to know

what makes my heart beat so

when I keep it hidden so well

I've been a thousand different people

one for each second of my life

And I'll be a thousand more

before the day I die

9/365 - Question

 

There is something in the sunset

in the ripple of the water

playing with the colors

as they spill across the sky

There is something in the sunset

in the allure of the horizon

where the truth lies hidden

and the questions go to die

8/365 - Portion

 

With what shall I fill

the missing space

An empty void

just shadow and crumbs

The outline that used to be

A piece was taken

a portion of me