I saw the sun today first time in months like an electric cloud beaming down upon the earth in angry storms of light blinding into the world scarring our eyes and collapsing into our memories like daydreams of angry vengeance.
My Hound
He is a master of I don't want to groaning about the misfortunes of goodbye and straining to see the sky.
He's only full of energy when you touch the handle then he's right there, begging you to hold it open just for him.
Don't touch a treat bag unless you really are going to give him something because he'll beg for hours even knowing none of it is for him.
I am standing on the precipice of a world forgotten to the sun hidden beneath the veil of clouds winding down into the fog of life watching the cliff before me catch them like a valley catches fog
and we descend beneath them touching the sky in it's full puffy glory driving below the invisible weight of air upon the earth feeling our feet descend like we are sinking through water in which we can swim
Is this what fish feel like? Do they swim as if the water is nothing but air, and live among it pooping like we fart?
I'm going to try to make some headway on these Of The Day challenges and get several of them done today. That's my goal. I do want to link to them individually though, so I'll be posting them separately.
Exhaustion
Lay me down beneath the cover of the grass peeled tight across the skin of this fine earth.
Let me rest at last beneath the crumbling mulch of life that I have joined.
I have forsaken life, given up destroyed myself, exhausted all my resources to go on
and we sit lounging in the hot sun too tired
to bother
moving on
Let my hand lay across the burning coals let it wallow in pain and I shall ignore it all
I wish tonight to sleep before the sun and the only way to hide from the children running and the screeching tires the exploding bombs of the skydiving squawking birds
is to hide six feet under so I lay here starving because I couldn't be bothered to grab a rope.
I could see it in his eyes as his mouth flapped about like a spring was at his teeth and his jaw was just a squeaky hinge.
His eyes filled with something, maybe longing, fear? I couldn't be sure. It was hard to see his feet shuffle, trying to run and stopping turning back to turn away, to turn back again fighting with himself, avoiding her touch and yet, unable to stop it.
She held him with such a gentle little pinch of his cloak, on the cuff of his sleeve and he was like a dog afraid of moving chords or the crinkle of a bag, despareately wanting to leave, struggling to find a way to get out from beneath the thing he feared falling to get his toy, his freedom, his life back in order and yet, there she was, imposing.
His eyes caught mine and I knew he was begging me to save him. I just smiled and shrugged, he had to face this on his own. Despite me being there I could do nothing in that moment to fix what had transpired, and as he warbled I could do nothing to stop her from asking in her sweet, soft voice, if it was true.
Please just gently stroke the silky smooth sands with the soles of your sandals and dance, softly, across a new tomorrow as we swing hand in hand, hovering together a ghosting touch of skins and listen to the music whispering into our ears with our hearts light, and heads high our gentle feet just gliding by together, at last, you and I fly across the ballroom in perfect blissful eternity.
A storm settles on the horizon inching closer, drifting forward crawling across the mountainside the valleys and the lakes.
It consumes slowly, edging forward munching lazily upon the air and light feeding on the people's worried stares waiting for their Thunder Pies to bake,
a patient pessimist, lingering along the lazy meandering of our far reached edges, devouring the blue sky which shines so bright above
until it comes within a mile waiting there to strike.
One false move, and it will fall upon us, a torrent of anger and derision fissuring to our skins.
It is the brooding hatred of the silent wanderer scorned.
You and I will dance among the stars wistfully wilting across the willowy floor falling upon our feet like fruit collapsing to the chaotic grass rolling around the hills, until we stop and rest our hands together softly, softly,
just a little ghost of a touch for we are together in the mounds beneath this tree which has grown from our broken bones and fed upon our chanting moans through our pulp and our pureed stones and we reach through our nutrient towards the sky, lifting our arms high
Take me away! Take me above the clouds and the atmosphere the smog and the smoke and the toxic fumes let me die among the emptiness be something, among nothing at all and fitfully I'll twist myself to never fall, and never rise and never be but I am sick of this resistance on my hands as I slap the wind.
I saw him through the shadows of my addled brain, standing among the statues of my solemn world. Wondrous in his darkness and heedless of their fraudulent motions to destroy him. Against my pillar I could only stare as he whirred between their skin, dismantling them like a tornado against homes built of wood, making them shutter and cling to life before they collapsed into blood and bones, their souls severed from the package
and I was free.
I had to hesitate to understand that they no longer held me. It was a curious sensation,
like flying,
waiting for gravity to take hold and plummet me to the earth,
I waited for him to come, own me too, like the new heaps of bones had once done.
His ruby eyes caught mine like vipers honing in on mice, but he didn't come. I followed him, my feet drawn forward by the sensation of sailing free of this disaster that had been my life, and still, he did not come. He walked among the halls I'd cleaned for centuries, ignoring the portraits of my nightmares, and the polish of the floors I'd come to know so well. He came to the men in cages, those who had been crying out for help for years, and never saw the light of day.
Men who stood on the brink of disaster leaning over, waving their arms like pinwheels trying to collect themselves back aboard the train of sanity. He caught them, and pulled them back to stable ground, releasing them from their prisons, pushing wide the bars that had held them in their disasters all these years.
My feet didn't hit the ground, I still rose into the sky, feeling the wind flap beneath my wings as I chased this black flipping hem, and mystified at his strength and glory.
When finally, I felt myself stutter towards the ground, new arms scooped beneath me I stared into the face of passion, contrasted and bright, like night and day stood side by side without the pretty colors of dawnings.
He stared me in the eyes, and smiled. It was the first smile I'd ever known, radiating warmth like the sun on my skin, and a soft breeze to stop from overheating. This was the smile of life, and it held me tight, sucking me softly back to earth until I could hear my heart pounding my ears, and my curiosities about the darkness shred themselves to dust.
I hit you in the face with a baseball I have to admit, in terms of first impressions that's got to hurt.
You were so pretty in your future wedding dress shoulders up, tiptoeing through the store like maybe if you were proud you'd break and sob us all into drowning.
You were pretty in all of them really I think bridal gowns just make people pretty but I'm afraid you'll never get the chance to be my Brides Maid.
We've known each other for years laughed together, sang together cried together too and it seems the longer I've known you the more light you bring into my world.
I saw you struggle with those men call me worried and exposed like they'd ripped away your camo and your boots
leaving you naked in Detroit but at the end of this story
it's not a friend who picks you up and whisks you into safety
you're staring at a bull tank watching the water rise and no one's there to grab you
but I keep tossing in ropes and you never see them.
I'm happy you found them tied to all the stones of your friends ringing the rim of that disaster and somehow, hoisted free with that military might you show.
I call you in hopes you'll answer and revel in the voice mail I can leave you've left me so much, I only hope that on this day of blessings I can do you justice.
You smile like you starve and they don't see it. They ignore it like the heat imagining it's not really there that you are what you show what you do
but you are you, and you are hiding. Don't play me like I am deaf to the tone that you titillate them with that lilting laugh you use that half-worried grin of I accept you, but really?
I know your aching soul sliding beneath the surface like your skin isn't tacked on.
I see you sighing, and crying when no one else is watching though you never cry with tears it's all in your face, the taut of your forehead, the squint of your eyes, the lilt of your shoulders.
You can't fool me pretty boy I know.
They wanted you to act in that play and you told them some stupid line like you can't act, but boy do they miss the best show of them all.
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