Trying to Count Days

My dog sleeps deeply

Upon my bed. He rests easy 

Despite the troubles.

He's across the bed,

Stretched thin and tight, his mind is 

Peaceful in the night.

I wish that I could 

Always find such easy sleep.  

That sleep must exist.

... Movie about space 

Travel as dreamy as sleep?

My dog's still sleeping.

Space, earth, sleeping pup:

My bed and dreams in between -

Adore the moments.

I Was Promised Some Rhyme

So I set out to string
Together some words
A few rings 
Of some things
With some splurge 
Of a Surge
To the limerick
On the tongue making tricks
That makes you think 
That a stick
That is stuck
Or is struck
Will stink 
Or shrink
And won't amount to much.

...You run off some words
A little language here
It sounds ok -
Neither here nor there 
But things flicker and move
For each syntax and sound
And each word that soothes
Is music calming us down.

You think a silly wink or a quick witted line
Can make her yours, make money, save time
And you listen to try and copy the winds
Those dying at your doorstep ashamed of your sins
You beg that the meaning could touch your ears
With no trust and no faith there's nothing to hear.
Make no mistake I spend little time on the facts
I work quickly to make these ditties dance
Which I find more important than citing the scholars
I'd rather play and be merry than focused on dollars
These little phrases spinning the gears in my head
Should I paralyze those free spinning dreams instead?

A dancer in flight has control as she lands
These things I do are similarly planned
But its not really important that each word
Land on the syntax as planned
I'd rather just move the air about and watch,
Not worry as to what's planned.
Just keep repeating the disparate notions
Aloft in my head is all that's planned.
To make those plans and keep those plans,
Is that's all that's planned?
I wanted dancing, drinking and singing with a band
If they aren't, well I'd rather those things were planned.

Mammals

I woke up on the wheel today-
The ride isn't so bad some days.
Sometimes, on a Monday morning
I get up and eat a piece of cheese;
Maybe I grab some crumbs in the kitchen.
I don't get too full, I save that for later
Because after I get to work
I have to worry about other things.
Sometimes I get scattered;
People ask me lots of things
At different times - I lose track.
Luckily they remember to feed me -
In the middle of the day the food is put out;
We all come to same place;
We nudge and bump each other -
As we fill plates of food and go back
Where the wheel needs spinning.
The afternoon is spent finishing
All the wheel spins that need spinning.
Eventually I get tired,
Everyone else gets tired of their wheels
At around the same time everyday,
Then we all get in our cars and drive home
To get up and do it again the next day.

It ok

Its ok 
to take it easy 
now and again.  I have to 
remind myself of that. That
I have to remind my self frequently, well...

Sometimes I get upset about the having to remind myself repeatedly.

And then I have to remind myself
That I shouldn't get upset
About taking it easy.

This is another Facebook chronicle -

There is no reason to leave it alone
(Like some twisted dance,
A place that I land and explain
In order
To really tell you
What I want to 
Really tell you);

In the telling, 
I plan to explain
What I plan to tell you.
Yes, I need to be a centerpiece
Here in this conversation.

I get lost in the sampling tones
I can't forget the Lost 
And the written tones - 
The Forgotten Spills 
Over waterfall Helicopters - 
That landmass, the Intriguing Ivy 
Laugh stands in to the Yeti abyss

What are the words 
That land in to foggy myths;
Times Once Spun 
To the lucky ones
Across dancing lands:
Nymphs could claim those;
Fortresses, civilizations, legacies: theirs.

Now we vote, lost upon the ill 
Gotten characterizations 
Those socially exuberant
Media-twisted gags and coughs - 
Like the ones that standup 
Routines across the face of the skeptic.

To not believe in the fantasy language: 
you poor unimaginative light... 
And a toast to the awkward force!
Carve the mind into the bended sphere!!!

You know the lost hemisphere
The get around here
The rhyme cuz I spent time there
As if that wasn't fair
The be here
To be there
Don't tell me this doesn't play where you are.
Cuz we are here.

Awash

An apology lost, twisting in wretched metal
Laughs cackling in the distance
Like sirens they ring hurricane poetry
Curious faces stare into
An abyss funnels down pipes
Clouds stream the colors of the universe
Physics seizes in the eyes of the frame
Anonymous statues kick the tires
Electric car maps drive themselves to the party
The rest of us walk slowly into the distance
Light flickers like a broken screen
The frowns explain the poor taste in humor.

Hapa

All around the room

As if there was a right answer

Again against a wall of uncertaintly

It gets old doesnt it?

Or what is fatigue'a longing ending?

Is that tiresome?

Or what really bores the mind?

Lost in a syntax of a carved stone cell?

Lost in the stones' throws of escape?

Hugging the sand will not be enough

Where green fountains of vegetation

Fall down the mountains like the waterfalls

A person can internalize the moment:

Bird screeching chickens Cockadoodle do

A sensation of being immersed

Water tea kettles to a whistle

The body seethes a certain stress and burns the heavenly oil of rest

But to turn the while island to a bridge of championship?

Yes, a bridge to champions.

So much gone to the wind and seas

Massacres or legacies turn on the same swipes

But to touch the whole of the island-

To touch it at all and breathe the tastes of generations of feelings

There is no solution.

Rest easy in the messing ingredients of eternity

For what is untouchable and untastable

Is certainly touched in everything that we can taste.