Hope

I woke with a start
-pounding heart-
for I heard the wind
sweeping the skies

My window was open,
the locks were broken
The hour glass shattered
the sand drifting fine

I clambered the rooftop
high and sweeter
while goldenleaves
wove themselves
into my hair

Birds and leaves
Brown and Fluttering
Through the windy
morning thoughts

Oh the everblue sky!
dripping with dye
lend me your hues
for my soft graying eyes

This is the view from my roof, where I wrote this poem

Day 28:

All her thoughts are writ with pen,
words unspoken, never bend.
All her soul's an untamed land,
set inside the giant's hand.

Her eyes were made to see the scream,
to recognize the darkest dream.
To dig the deepest drinking well,
along the sandy shores of hell.

Her crystal, clear-cut ocean eyes,
separate the truth from lies.
And though the world is cold and dim,
she finds her Gold and Green in Him.

Day 27: Sunset

A cute little mini vacay happened, and poetry did not, but now I'm back on track. 


The sun hangs heavy,
wavering horizon.
It burns my retinas
with a goldenbright shine


Prairie grass, green and sepia
Sparse trees in the dusty light.
Who am I?
Just another molded mind?


Chasing down the motes of
lovely light
Gathering my dust
and hoarding the sight


Oh Coral Sky,
soft with the breathing cool
Let me not forever-run
with my eyes closed.


Oh Tremorous Wind,
shiver me deep.
Let me not
fall fast asleep...


Oh Spirit of God,
walking in the evening
Let me not forget
the truth beyond my view.

Day 21: Planted

My feet sink deeper

and my soul uncurls

like a crumpled butterfly 

beating the air with it's

paper thin wings for the first time.

My toes are warm

in the crumbling dirt

and they drink in the sweetwater

with a sound too deep to hear

Sun on my upturned palms

Peace in my bones

as I dwell in the Land

The faithfulness of God

is the sky above me

and the earth beneath me

I live, I move

I am

in Him

My roots are wrapped

deep in the heart of God

Drawing my Green

from it's pulse

My branches are raised

in praise

As He smiles down

 from the sunny sky

Photography By Gilad (http://gilad.deviantart.com/)

Psalms 37:3-4

"Trust in the Lord, and do good:

Dwell in the land and feed on His faithfulness.

Delight yourself in the Lord.

And He shall give you the desires of your heart."

Day 20: Link

Sudden connect

and I feel

your pulse again

Steady of stream of

electric signals

Weeks in the desert

looking for your water-words

And then I 

hear your heart?

Singing slow-fire and sorrow

My consciousness explodes 

the yellow sparks ignite

in the dustbowl

of my mind

How I've missed you

Day 19: New Blue

I chased you through my dreams*,

Bursting Blue inside your eyes.

You were the speed of sound

Traveling a hundred miles...

Cold was the wind

between us

As we rolled through

the swiftly changing scenes

We fell into the Sea,

heard the words the whales have sung.

My skin bled into yours,

As cloudy water filled our lungs.

But then I was a 

thousand years away

falling through the stars

Crisp Constellations

Neptune and Mars

I had no Air 

to speak the words

I love you, New

I love you, Blue

*based on a real-life trippy dream

Day 18: CoralBreaker Lagoon

For Olive, Babylon and the Pope

Scale the black

and decorative fence

While global lamplights

reflect on the water

Blue and white tiled pool

Rootbeer spilling on the cement

Just skin, against 

the velvet darkness

Katy Perry, summer air

Diving deep, water-world

around us

We were timeless

in the night

Laughing 'till our eyes

were bright

We: alive

We: the fearless

When we were

Children of Summer

-Relish

Day 17: Friend

I ranted

Kicked stones

Let myself feel the sadness

Deep in my bones

                    

And you sort of smiled,

And loved me: limitless

Offered no shallow

And overused advice.

But clambered the rooftops with me

And let me rest in the shadowed trees.

My soul had room to breathe.

While our eccentric dialect

Kept the witches from

Knowing our secrets

We are the foxes,

Fleet and rather random

Hiding in bushes,

And old abandoned

 Trains

I hope you know,

The world explodes.

With Hope and Expectation

When you’re near. 

Day 16: September in Paperclips

Day 14: Fall Bliss

Today was lovely. I wore my bright hoodie and worn jeans and generally rejoiced in the cool air.
I also attempted to write a semi-classical poem, like strict meter, form and whatnot but obviously I gave up after the second verse. I don't know why I have so much trouble with it. After all I used to churn them out like they were going out of style (....oh wait....). But anyways take a gander at my metaphor laden thoughts and sing some September songs for yourself.

Autumn blew in, her scarves disarrayed,

late for the season’s re-styling

Huffing about the sweltering drought,

her perm growing limp and dismaying

Then the wind frisked me up and down,

checking for signs of summer.

The cool was near, so crisp and clear,

to weave my thoughts with gossamer.

A sudden sigh, she (Autumn) stood.

Hands on hips.

A secret smile on crimson lips,

her mind in RedGold dreams.

Each finger a blending brush,

the palette of her eyes was enough.

And she swept the skies with colder hues,

crispifing reds and blues.

Liquefying autumn ink,

pouring on the roots of trees.

And slowly leaves will ripen into

Yellow Mellow shades.

The content sinks deep,

and we relish in the chilly air

Sing to me September songs,

for I’ve been waiting

far too long

please yes

Day 12: Morning Mist

The fog clung to gladgreeningground,

Misty the nebulous wind.

The road stretched out,

A beckoning shout.

And the Earth rejoiced in the day.

The jolt of the air,

Brushed the webs from my hair.

As I recollected my hazified dreams.

The shape of your eyes

when your smile explodes,

my astral meandering.

So I ran by the roadside,

Hush in the morning.

My thoughts as distinct as the mist

Though lost in the tangle,

The stillness indwelling.

I live for the moments like this. 

Day 10: Static

I've got nothing but a blank page.

disconnection breeds my discontent.

Cyclical despair fights my attempts

to break the moldy mold. 

Shout it out!

I can't hear your voice

over the endless, silent noise.

Friendless on the crowded shores.

Would you draw the yew-bow?

When the river runs slow.

Strike the heart of winter's wolf,

break the bonds upon the earth. 

Link by link upon my chain,

day by day upon my pain.

I walk the line, of oak and pine,

until the scent can purge my mind. 

Day 9: Golden Days

We were young and army-strong,

The golden days were sleepy-long.

Strawberry Lips

and 

Fearless Blue

Sitting on the sunny stairs,

building castles in the air.

Our hearts were bound,

Our hope was found.

And time can never change the sound.

But you turned Red and I was Gold,

in the windy fall that made us old.

We traded innocent for wise. 

I know I gave you winterwounds,

with snow and frost as my perfume.

But you still held me gently,ever-so-tight.

Empty it may be, my dear,

But love will cast away the fear.

Doors may close, and seasons pass,

but friendship binds us,

present....past....

Day 7: The Struggle

Love and war,

blood and gore

I cannot find the holy cure

Gridless...Godless

Helpless...Hopeless

I have seen it all

empire buildings fall

Cynicism, atheism

bitterness and burning gall

Tired of hearing angry men

pretend to speak in lines

tired of hearing hippies

who are tired of hearing lies

And perhaps I'm just a bug,

who shakes his fist at The Machine

Who is merely trying to...

keep its windshield clean.

How I wish for wrong and right,

shades of gray

against my skin

Nothing true in sight.

So I'll stay up all night

and watch

the 

sunrise

Day 6: River Anthem

Picture by Tom Murphy, Poem by Joy 

Day 5: Missouri Love

I saw a man 

down by the river

sitting on the greengrowing bank

The heat pressed 

against my skin

As the crickets

shouted in my ears

So I sat with him awhile

He had a bearded smile...

And the muddy water

      rolled by

Day 4: Humanity

“You see,” said Aslan. “They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief....."

-The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis

Wind the clocks
 and roll the dice
Tell the tales
 of Men and Mice

Shall we coat our tongues with iron?
Throw the books upon the fire
paint The Box with seismic lines
Lock away the Love and Ire.

We: sagacious
now surmise
There is no truth
There are no lies

If The System's god,
and God is dead
then we've no place to lay our head

Murm'ring, muttering,
philosophic rules
Oh that I were a child,
for all men are fools

Day 2: A Psalm

Today is the day

The Lord has made

I will turn my face to the sun

His name is written

On every drop of dew

And each blade of grass

Carved in stone, inscribed in glass

Let’s run together

Greener pastures,

Cerulean skies

Tranquil eyes

When your life is not your own

He is my shepherd,

I am resting,

I am drinking in

The light

(Some lovely art by Janina Kobel 

http://www.paintingsilove.com/artist/janinakobel)

Listen to this and watch the sunrise, and tell me you don't come out with a similar poem:

This post is part of the 30 Days Series

Iron April

Watch the iron robins sleep,

while the ocean bends and creaks.

Oil the trees and honey bees,

to carry on mechanically.

Through the molten centuries,

the world is weary of this pace.

The heavens, brass, seem ever pass,

by the cursed human race.

Hand me, then, the bloodborne key.

I've seen the green beyond the gate.

Reveal in me, the brilliancy,

while all creation groans and waits.

Romans 8:19-23

"For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now."



Nos+gummy worms=enlightenment

About a week ago, we found a shoeless bum wandering on the side of the road. We thought he was cute and took him home. I think it helped that he was our cousin who had hitchhiked from Oregon to Kansas City as a surprise.
During his trip I introduced him to my way of life: nos and sour gummy worms. I have a vision to spread this across the world, until every person experiences the wonders of a sugar and caffeine induced high.
Process:

• Pretend to be a bird
• Open the Nos
• dip the worm
• eat the dipped worm and drink the nos simultaneously while imagining yourself to be in a jungle
• repeat

Brushing my Bed Head Morning Mind

The strings of my mind,

are a tangled mess.

Complicated, irritated,

unsettled, unrest.

Each thought travels its windy way,

on roundabouts and hurricanes.

Knotted bows, knitted tights.

fuss and fluff and fleeting fights.

Come and smooth my thorny thoughts,

with your speckled wide-tooth comb.

 Calm me to my balmy bones.

Each string in linear pairs,

harmonizing together.

Strummed by the hand of God.

Humming with pleasure.

I'll trade my Spaghetti

for

Guitar Strings

Winds of Change

This Febuary has brought strange, warm, foggy weather. This evening, a wind blew in the door that sent shivers down my spine.


Close your eyes and smell the wind,
in the dark the stars descend.


The flattened clouds go racing by,
on the shadowed, navy-sky.
And the mellow, yellow, moon,
...is an unblinking eye


It's almost real tonight,
I can taste the sigh.
Standing on the brink at last,
looking through the flowing glass.


One day, the whisper will be a Shout!
sudden, without warning.
First star on the right and
Straight on till morning.

My Ocean and Me

Clean lines,

Blowing sand.

I love the way

you stand

Washed clean,

in the salty sea

Wild and solid

Warm and free

Bleached by the Sun,

wonderful one...

Your eyes are dragon-green

-glittering-

Let's lie forever,

and soak up the light,

You, me and the

goldfish

You can build the fire,

embers glowing deep

And I will sing

 you

to

Sleep

This Poem was inspired by:

http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/In+My+Arms/2xxfv8?src=5

and:



January-winter-tears

my cousin Joel is having a winter-spring...
http://thelowercaseblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-january-winter-springs.html

but I am having this:


Stinging, frozen, wintertears,
sharply shatter lilyleaves.
White and Old,
Pale and Gold.
my thoughts are far too sharp to hold.

Put them in a classy box,
watch them with your glassy eyes.
Your cloudy castles crystalize.

Oh! That I would softdissolve,
into a bucket that holds a whale.
I'd listen to the sailor's tale,
and help the insects parasail.

Till then, my arms are branches bare,
under the sunlight's chilly stare.
My roots are deep,
the hills are steep,
my heart is still a rebel's keep.



Crystal Trees

Issues....................................

Does is bother anyone else that when ever there is salsa, there are no chips. And whenever there are chips, there is no salsa?

It's the bane of this household.



Mine looks like this every time.
but mostly not.



Winter is a drag these days.

On the back of a whale in the wild seas,
I'm late for a wedding in Hawaii.
My dress is sewn from flowers and turf,
and the vows will be quick so we all can surf.