Restless And Wanting

January 17, 2020

I was wearing all my outdoor clothes inside,
Because I just wanted to leave,
Had no way and no where to go,
Wanted the feelings of my love.

Laws don’t mean the heart don’t hurt,
Gatherings that burnt my soul down,
Old fashioned but that’s why I shine,
That’s why you believe me like no other.

So I waited in the cold, it fit my chest’ s misery,
Waiting for someone so far away from me,
That came in and moved me, made me alive,
I miss that even though I get the why.

Don’t get the disregard when I called to you when I needed,
How about the disregard of what was truly real,
Gods and plans and simple wind blown fancies.
Things that do not change my inside cutting.

I’m outside everyone’s silent, I get lonely too,
Nothing to be by my side in real time virtual reality only,
I need that completed circle to be encoded in me from past times,
Here I am, right here always willing, but the burn breaks my skin.

There I was wearing all my outside clothes indoors or right outside,
Duel chairs mocking me with their emptiness,
It was not so long ago you were in that cheap throne that shines more than diamonds,
And here I am, waiting with no where to go, no one here and I’m lonely too…

But I burn from the fires stoked high,
Someone else was within and with you,
It scars so much, I’m never enough for anyone,
That is why hurts as I sit here dressed up nowhere to be, no one to see I’m lonely too.
-Thomas Spychalski


Stick

January 17, 2020

Out of all the flotsam and jetsam,
From all those loose bits and bobs,
Was broken then when we said some,
Clocks painted over, cause time robs.

Somehow gold dust from under,
Stuck in your soul’s teeth, reach,
Now I can connect love, no plunder,
In my eyes, no reason for a speech.

So many sticky notes across the landmass,
Pull me, don’t use me, I can set us all free,
Apologises for the times smoke from sass,
Regeneration now I can embrace the you through the me.

Filter you all just how you like it done,
Love you all like art in a free exhibition,
If we are gonna do this let’s just run,
Sticky but now sweet is my ambition.

Next level is just get up, just do and move,
Gonna get higher, just to come down to you,
I dance now, I open, 24/7, I stick the groove.
God bless the people who come at me true.

Reversals, before I go, I get stuck too,
Somewhere in those sacred places,
Nestled deep inside, the lot of you,
So many sticky pages in so many faces….so nice to be your glue…
– Thomas Spychalski


Queen of Omission

January 12, 2020

Thirty days gone by,
Still can’t fathom why,
People say they love you,
But people lie.

People say they will be round,
Loyalty given and laid down,
Then they omit you out,
Never to be found.

They say one thing in a minute,
Later no longer really in it,
Why change your face?
Why tease when you begin it?

Now just a queen of omission,
Only need me for filling your mission,
Could give a damn about my sorrow,
Only what you need for you, your ambition.

So sad that one can never love,
Shattered the magick from the glove,
So sitting here again so alone again,
Guess for me a push just means a shove.
– Thomas Spychalski


Times Aglow

January 10, 2020
The stars don’t shine if there are cloudy skies,
The same way the world shines less without those eyes,
Just like those memories of, days went by,
Dust off, roar, get right back up and try.
 
Dreams and notions I’ll forever keep,
Oh, desires of all of you that run so deep,
Right here hurting fresh and cannot sleep,
But tomorrow is another starting point to take another forward leap.
 
Guess this is the poem for the best of those times,
The one that remembers the great love that chimes,
A vision that thinks love is strong and commits no crimes,
Take it on with those good feelings, no ever letting yourself be less to yourself then kind.

It’s Still The Same Moon

January 9, 2020

I was out tonight, in that bitter cold,
Out of nowhere, appeared a shining light,
Said get your self together, or say goodnight.

Because either way, it’s still the same moon,
Yesterday’s films or coming attractions of what’s new,
Anyway, it’s still the same moon,
Light-reflecting sun to a fresh view.

So I basked in its reflective aura, night sun,
Here it was, here all along with internal glow,
Hear free your mind or choose not to know.

Because either way, it’s still the same moon,
Left, right, or center, midnight or high noon,
Anyway, it’s still the same moon,
And a new day will be arising soon.
Thomas Spychalski 


Weight

January 9, 2020

Heaving heavy, smoke-like fractals,
Good shoulders to put in.
Expanse expanding, hearts on mantles,
What was, what has been.

Breathing heat, healing through fire,
Throwdown the fuel.
Hushes silent, an amazing calming wire,
My shining jewel.

Excellent synapses, loving portrait,
I’m holding up weight.
Thinking upwards, discussing, wise wit,
Ephinanys, banish hate…

…carry all weights.
Thomas Spychalski


Approaching Grace

January 9, 2020

Like a winter moon boasting the solstice,
Inside a connection is drawn in time.
Within and without, no words can capture,
The love I place inside the rhyme.

Even with the approaching grace,
Even when so long and timeless,
Here a spot a great tree planted,
Here it dwells inside our space.

Halt queries of what is here in twin heart’s chamber,
There the reckoning is of faith and trust,
Projection of love inside my message,
The kind the always shines and never rusts.
Thomas Spychalski 


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