Divinity of the Day lets me think I’m in the sky
But that’s alright, like to go about this blind
Exiled darling wandering in the summer blessedly long
Divinity of the Day, my whispered prayer through the dark
God, that enthralled
you read in a raindrop
before it hits the ground
sunset boulevard torch,
is up one of these bends,
waved in night
West Hollywood Rimbaud,
feathers falling into my hair,
dressed in invention’s favorite mood
with my roadhouse sheet music
written of my life’s inspiration adorned walls, slightly cold
I was lost but playing it off, until
my racing heart reached time future and
said, soul adored believe what’s in store
dose to help you forget and live
Harp in hand, each step how it rings
scammed and scorched
no lying that all this running leads to
hardly breathing
There’s smoke around you
drifting into an image faithful to the vast,
wild west
bravely standing despite the emptiness
as if guided, divinely guided
with my diamond focus on the garden path
of the muse, open, aware
just walking through, even confused, you mean
my images of paradise were drawn in too
permanent as the myths, placards of legends
Beaming with a strange and frightening beauty
from chasing the lights that ascent into the heavens
dreamy, daring, absurdly hoping, all the read claiming
Lord knows, enamored with you, so take these pretty copper arrows
good for aiming up beyond, that remind me, been on my own so long
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
the horses are still beside the hill
the hotel still has a neon sign
that’s pleasant as the wild way he would
say it as it is
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
Season have gone, the candle has not been burned through
cause I thought I wanted to save the fragrance
so I never let it melt out the realizing
but the winds are bringing in the bays, of hounds baying
candlelight pairs with this heavenly music
gaunt eyes, inward always, free that far
with a bible in his hands, calling it a journal
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
you see the poet’s work, as you would think, is his lyric
but life itself is his work, they lyric is what pairs to every heart beat
all these flowers holding on to sunbeams, saving everything of nothing
I said carrying colors that can paint the sky, shores excellent with diamond sands
moon in your window adding lace to everything
that’s how living is when you;ve a glow unseen, unbearably there
future moments are already here
how they move with self respect that claims to be claimed
it’s all a matter of truth, blaring music at that too
with a balcony like this
summer and mist fall like the morning, from the angels
coastal breezes with tales worthwhile
crystal jar of chocolates, haggard renewing words of living
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
Too familiar with midnight’s
request for salvation as music and dreams
Like millions of songs,
there’ no tiring of millions of roads
sacrificing my best
if I give you all that I am,
all these passages I’ve been
Will you take me to your sweet side,
let me in your mind though
Let it be known
that Jesus thought of me
so seeing you divine comes easy
and as eternally as songs
I’m here singing
devout, devout
devout to you and your sweet side
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
want to travel like Jesus
God knows I found it ‘s alright to ask for it all
want to travel like him
Remarkable sunlight, weird songs delight
They say, you don’t know what you’re asking for
I say, what’s it to you
A traveling, I’m a traveling that
found it’s alright to ask
for it all
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Gave me life I didn’t ask for
you that traveled so long
felt like I knew those eyes in a dream
m-made it in
oh, get what you hope, that’s all
oh, get what you hope, that all?
you that traveled so long
you that traveled so long
you that traveled, so long
so long
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Hello Lord, after the race will I find all the
etched names of my heart on the other side of time
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
life’s expanse is hard
only better in your path’s eagle height
understand this before the world began reward
what you do, as he said, done well
silhouetted smoke, sadness, silvery time, sagacious
music is the holiday
oozing into this side of paradise
beautiful like a moon out in day
lives fast like birds as free as you over the sky
music is the religion
just leaving town for now
what do you have playing
takes your soul riding
even through the night
on freeways through gilded hills, until now
raceling traveling to my coastal world, edge and heights
song lonely, giving bliss
seeping from the other side of heaven’s doors
dreamy like dawn’s first lights for
lives fast horses bronze racing as fast as they always could
dressed in true worship
festivities, this is purely living
dreamy and propitious
blessed with a slightly sullen glow
don’t belong here no more than he
chance at pure light in each spin around the garden
play and design life today, Lord knows the time we have awake
I’m a soul eternal, living vigil of the
gentle diamonds falling summer,
horse country sunset wonder
when I get back in from all, azure skies like a billion stars
these days will seem strangely far away but you’ll love me all the same
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
life is an interlude
when the world began
I was doing dreamily
sent out to a foreign land
with a vague recollection
of the pleasant paradise
I came from
how the creation seems so real, pacing around the garden
it’s always a revolution, I said, I can dig that
bronze trees before an azure darkening sky
down the cool breeze’s path, never held back your thoughts, heavenly shock
grabbing all the meaning, whatever I can come across
year already asked for an ending, gave it all my hopes, tell does it give a pleasant thrill
pictures were nice, the highway desert isn’t as scorching
absurder yes, fitting a preference for divine and outlandish
waited long enough
it’s a good time to leave
not that it was for nothing
travel before the sun gets here
make it bright and far as my
midnight music
games are fun when there’s a warning
about how much it can cost ya
numbers of stars, the more
that’s the hope
out there
somewhere too
I want an interlude that’s graceful, great as designed, a strange but heavenly dream
it’s my interlude
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC