Sunlight Through Trees

A not so linear chronicle

sparrow September 27, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — burgerday @ 6:13 pm

drum beat heart beat

collapse a little… godspeed that tiny particle

its message clear, washed away with the everness, high tops racing

motions the shaky one, deep in the blue pool, i see you now

can’t stand that quiet space, arrow facing and blinds me, criss cross jagged

i see the walker

happens to be a friend… thanks the friend

rivals… sweats… comet jets and up dancing again, bring this definition

hooray for small justices, the grand opening… premiere

cause the waxed wizard never bled like he did that night

thought it was simple, you(r) wish

behind, get behind, safer… behind

wizard sight

sparrow nibble

depths drown out the sorrow

brave passage, invited

take my hand

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policy due September 19, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — burgerday @ 2:49 pm

walking slowly now cause every step counts
it’s the off-center way it has about itself that puts me out
has always made this from that
i giggle now… laughing behind a fallen shelf… how it all can get so disordered… revel revel
my hands tight and twisty, clawing out a foreign mark
but wouldn’t want to see that cause it ain’t right
advance the politics and night schisms, a deity in decline, i could make this hand matter
if put to the test of the aged… ages
one inside the other
a policy due

 

Art November 28, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — burgerday @ 3:02 pm

I see my guts splashed across a screen.  I want to get my fingers into this art of my mine.  My face, creeping at me and not letting go.  I’m my own target.

Tears are close now.  Pouring outside my body.  Warm washes laying me down now.  And it hurts.

It’s awful.  This heart with its pain.  The stress of it all.  I breathe into you, you restless tiger, serpent undoing, the culprit, patient, dying doctor.
Been bottled up too long now.  I know this.  Feel it.  A great truth realized.  Maybe if I can stick it in deeper I might get it out.  Maybe.  I might.
Breaking hearts.  Yeah.  That’s me.  Broken.  And wanting to smash those pieces.  I don’t want that memory.  I don’t want this hate.  But there’s no escape.

This is a cold place.  Real cold.  Seeing my gangly arm twist up towards some forgotten sun.  Hurting so much.  Can’t breathe.
Forever’s lost on me now.  A “once was place”… lost.