The sunrise of your soul

the sunrise of your soul

Sometimes we don’t feel like smiling
yet when someone smiles at us we nearly always smile back.

At times we need help to get out of the rut we’re in
to burn away those clouds fogging our view
of not only what’s out there but what’s inside us
so with a little help and a little effort on our part
we can open up and reveal.

 

A parched breath of morning

my brain is dead
a numbskull
an imbecile
a rotting lump of lard

it wakes this morning
in the throes of emptiness
it has drank my coffee
and nibbled a nibble

it has opened the curtains
dived in the shower
drank another coffee
and nibbled another nibble

so here it is
writing an empty thing
a parched breath of morning
a slice of cake
without the cream!

Buds of truth

We sometimes find ourselves
lost in a conundrum of dreams

We wander
we ponder, we peruse
and then we wonder why
and how and when, etc, etc
till our minds are so full
of bullshit we begin sprouting
young saplings of thought
all kinds of new ideas and ideologies
pychologies and philosophies
poems, songs, words and dreams.

Some kind of
implosion/explosion occurs
where we become trapped
in the void of unknowing
where the needle is stuck
and the world around us lets us go
and on and on we go
believing that if we reach
we can touch the sky.

Our feet are rooted in bullshit
our hearts, skin, blood and bone
get their nourishment from that gloop
our minds
strive to make sense of the loss
and here, our souls
they are the buds of truth
waiting for us to stop
and to believe
that the only way to reach the sky
is to know we are the sky.