expectation

Miracle Of Snow Based On Expectation
1-7-20

Where water waves
All things new in back on her good tide
Now that I've attained again my pride
Call it a late breakfast
As we look into each other's eyes
For another sweet beginning
Call it a fresh start for prayers and vigils
And another serving of beef
Get running back where we consider Mary
But we don't pray to her
Still as one to unlock the backdoor
Hoping to take so much better care of myself tonight
As the ripple of the night snow based on expectation.....






Love And Mortality
1-8-20

Still stocking dogfood
Burning both wicks of a candle on both ends
Time to move on with it in heaven's unearthly estate
Based on our own expectations
In belief about love and mortality in a brief reunion
Far enough away to call it an early distant warning
All for love playing jams and surrendering of our persuasive action
Of anxiety and struggle in the face of cafes liberally salivating over the day's first cup
And I know I'm not the only one awake at this hour
As to warrant an empty saying of such lifestyle to heed unto us.....





Off To A Good Start
1-8-20

It almost makes sense for eight pesos and fivepence
Both resulting in fear
Like in the face with this road between us
And safety struggling for the ignorance that no lover is an option
Feeling more helpful today in the dissemination of seed
Where I scatter and you gather
First view, a new person's rehab of early rising
It's insane but not in vain resisting it
Jubilation for a firstnote labyrinth from a ceiling
O, what a feeling all for the healing
Near to the noncanoical delighting in love
No such unholy hour today in names of what we will but be.....






To Hover Over Me
1-8-20

Limited to reach our backdoor for another fix
And I still make provisions and pick up sticks
Yet this is the time to be waiting for as I reach the backdoor
Open to responsibility yet liberated together the fourth of July
In the middle of New Years Day in no such disconent or dissatisfaction
And Emma gets in it as to in bloom as it goes all properly handled
The struggle as it open up your volume
And to let it go as some fade away
Where we cannot taste the spring without proper reason and jest in season
Under a silken sky behind bloodshot eyes.....