The Three Hundred Forty Fourth, December 10, 2011

I see no light up ahead
can sense no end to it
this is not a dark tunnel
there is no darkness here

it is hard to detect up there
something lighting the way
the end of the tunnel shining
as everything is just gray

I see the glow of my trail
fading away behind me
nothing else is clear here
yet still not feeling lost

I can feel the wall is near
marking the end of this
is it a closing of the road
or the doorway into more

I do not yet know the answer
and may not until the end
and after all this time I've spent
I think that may be a very good thing

The Three Hundred Forty Third, December 9, 2011

morning has broken
I didn't do it
like the first morning
that one either



and so I sit and wonder
a concept some may fear
as it leads my mind to wander
and its what brought me here

if breaking things is bad
because it requires repair
then why claim it for the day
I can find no logic there

I would rather of blooming
day growing from the east
perhaps just use sun rising
that doesn't hurt at least

insisting on dawn cracking
as some important sign
why not use an alarm clock
that was why I bought mine

it all seems pessimistic
a mild defeatist mentality
beginning the day defective
what can you hope it will be

The Three Hundred Forty Second, December 8, 2011

that which was old
will now become new
but the same in reverse
everything gets old

with age comes wisdom
and stiffness in joints
muscle aches as well
I forget what else happens

I like the thought tho
of getting to be new
if only I could remember
what I should do with it

The Three Hundred Forty First, December 7, 2011

ode to vertigo


upside down again
standing still and moving
loss of balance sitting

the room is still
it really should be spinning
it feels unreal to me

I know this feeling
I should be drinking maybe
that makes rooms move

don't like dizzy
worse with the room still
I feel like I missed the buzz

The Three Hundred Fourtieth, December 6, 2011

I understand
I have no idea what
less of how it happened
but clarity has come at last

clarity at last
never mind the trip
the stumble was planned
I have comprehension after all

but it is still pitch black after all....

The Three Hundred Thirty Ninth, December 5, 2011

out through the in door
back where you started
hanging around inside
looking in the out door

The Three Hundred Thirty Eighth, December 4, 2011

and so we come here once more
you and I alone, face to face
there is no avoiding any longer
one on one until there is only one

I sense your tension building
anxiety rides on your shoulder
you are feeling your doubts
the first cold touch of dread

you know you will fall to me
you cannot resist my power
my will overpowers resistance
surrender to me and be spared

you know all resistance is futile
yield and end your torment
just give yourself over to me
and all your suffering will end

No, cupcake.. I do NOT need you, thanks for the offer