Tag: Earth

Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your 

key question unlocks response.  

Not taken lightly words rush to 

life relating to everything at once. 

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky. 

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine. 

Our moment bubble burst into 

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place. 

Emerging Escalator

Feel the way it goes

Emerging Escalator

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Patch water what have yous 

strength in visions maintained 

ponder vault skull fortress etching.

Partners with the well, path of now

sipping fortunes, exhaling prophecies 

thoughts unpack light all over the world.

Informal destiny, pollen smudged nose

lifts to meet a stranger’s eye, bridge shuffle

lifetimes a sudden encouraging wind, 

at any moment overcome by feeling alive. 

No Telling

Formidable Space makes mountains of us all.

No Telling

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

What would our world be without

eyes to look into, what manners 

does this table set demand? Sharp,

smooth, pointy all fit in hand. 

Built by formidable space 

stubborn boundaries resist 

atomic pressure. A face to know 

when bones for an instant.

Paint the world with your problems 

cinematic projections done for undisclosed

spiritual development deals, all comes 

back to how to be in the world, no closer

truth, sweetest light lives in golden rule. 

Proud partners, see you on the other side. 

What a thing to take on, creatures formed

by night, in darkness lies the truth of light.

Phantom lives where who knows, ocean

currents our lives transposed. 

Fallen Tree

Everything up to that moment, wed reference in the Sequoia gift shop.

Fallen Tree

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

You waited for our company

the lucky couple you chose to

share your last moments with. 

Passing unsuspected you give

notice, call our attention to

your final act. We turn to the

sound in the silence to follow.

You say goodbye with a tender 

timber, your sparse tip comes

to rest in the fork of another,

caught by lovers branch. 

Your rings given to us as the 

sound we will hear forever.

Beyond Grounded

An updated To The Enemies made more my own. Beyond Grounded By Tyler Lucas Mobley Young as those towers crumbled into dust, too young to know what could become of the world, too many spaces to fill, bewildered. What does the world turn round?  Love Island Below Deck Squid  Games? No better monument, who didn’t … Continue reading “Beyond Grounded”

An updated To The Enemies made more my own.

Beyond Grounded

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Young as those towers crumbled

into dust, too young to know what

could become of the world, too

many spaces to fill, bewildered.

What does the world turn round? 

Love Island Below Deck Squid 

Games? No better monument,

who didn’t what, attention waged. 

When did we forget that love 

received is love returned, 

your heart must first burn full

for the world to nestle up to it.

To love somebody is to love

yourself, to be is not easy, 

world on your shoulders, 

anchor eyes glisten in detail. 

How to be when mystery is 

our truth? Each foraging a

path, some find wings and

enjoy their cake on clouds. 

Simple one day mind and 

moment purr together broad 

as the horizon, somewhere 

horses jostle in starting gates.

Somewhere she wears only

night, lunar arousal she carves 

brilliant ice sculptures with her

nipples only to melt by morning. 

Squint against an icy wind on

a heaving sea, pickled delight 

cast with cages on the bottom

line. Buttons undone reveal a

common root, majestic redwood

birds peck at trunk squirrels hide 

nuts in my midst. Somewhere an

answering machine takes a message. 

Be slow, slow down, find

the letter in your bottle. What

you conceived must be felt as 

fentanyl numbs a way forward

for those who forget to ask

why the moon scales to the sun.

Our angels conspire with demons

on hoops we transform through. 

Relax those shoulders and secure 

your feet in the world you couldn’t 

embrace, step into a dream, pretend 

galaxies knock on foreheads before

bestowing each new thought. You’ve

been right all along, the letter you

wrote must be read. This feeling, 

as the earth feels the moon you

sense my gaze and know we are 

the same. We enter one runway

and exit with personal flare, to

truly be gone you must have lived.

When harmony sings as golden sun

elaborate a rainbow, kiss your toad

goodnight. What is life without love?

What is love but a love for yourself? 

To see you in all others. Laugh 

as you aim for the stars, it always 

was, soon we’ll forget how to play 

this song, funny how we play along. 

Dissipating Call

Absorbed in the Sound,

Dissipating Call

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If time knew an answer it would turn and run. 

When lighting goes, seldom rung mixture

springs to life, tension release felt throughout.

Creation boundaries worth every breath they take. 

Hidden gems in earth’s vault brought out when

occasion calls, forecast impossible degrees our

absolute fruition, beam certain as the morning light. 

A find drawn out with fingers of every hand at once. 

Deep in the fix where earth glows our love forged

by an ever running race to hold equilibrium, in a

dance dance revolution series of moves star addressed, 

volcano storm quakes, bagpipes of a dissipating call.  

Changing Lessons & In From Eternity 

On your toes lads she’s just around the corner. Until we meet again.

Changing Lessons & In From Eternity

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

To the river for what its worth

for the day’s final song, trees

when our feet touch the earth. 

Galactic Jack, no glitter bomb, 

deducing lumps of sand & stone. 

Pleased with our company, Karma

doesn’t come when she’s called.

A wrong turn made right when

it led me to you tonight. 

Did I miss your vine swing entrance? 

Or was it an amusement slide from 

heaven that brought you through the

doors. Radiating fertility, the room

heighten to your frequency listens to

your silent symphony. In the glow of 

an volcanic eruption, a rare sight, 

expression of earth force. A mover 

of mountains if you were to put them 

all together. Having just come from 

your river I stumble upon the source. 

A Portrait of Familiarity

A Tale as Tall as Time,

A Portrait of Familiarity 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Riding a bus 

reflections from 

a row ahead

the expression

of all that passes. 

Strangers, their

entire lives float

in a dinghy nearby. 

The bus slows 

reminding

passengers of 

their progress. 

Stand for departure, 

she turns

their eyes meet,

and both know

they’ve arrived. 

Doors open 

onto the next,

hers in a blind

kissy scene you’d

think only happens

in movies. The

bed makes itself,

candles know 

what to do, 

The Kenny G 

obeys, passion 

dims the sun,

the animal 

kingdom a hush,

but for a few lions

standing by to judge

the climactic roar. 

He also finished. 

The score is in. 

Invisible hands 

offer a smoke and

do the honors, 

galaxies far

far away 

sense satisfaction, 

and the race 

was won. 

Life takes 

a bow. 

As You Pass By

Just the other day, we remembered.

As You Pass By 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Seated in awkward furth, greek against the ground 

forlorn when overhead, piece twice a maker

cough drama expels pent fascinations that

reside in quonset formations ever cooed by

the wind, resilient messages carved into time,

rumbles of what may come, bathing light sensed

when you see it, gestures of beyond hover sweet

laid to rest at the temple you carry, our smile the 

other day the one only we know about, splashes

unseen dimensions, spire of our brief moment.   

How Your Eyes Search For Mine

Those things we come to look forward to,

How Your Eyes Search For Mine 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile, 

sends my heart away then I have to chase it back. Home

in sight after 7 years at sea, treasures spill onto shore.

Puts a loudspeaker to the statue of David’s internal dialogue. 

When our eyes meet, lifetimes play out in the brevity. 

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile,  

makes me the path of butterfly migration, an edge  

where water falls, places me on cusp of day, I’m carried

around the world, passing hellos to pageant humanity. 

I’d know they were coming, and be glad when they did,

how your eyes search for mine whenever you smile.