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. 

Salute-in-Song

A fun to figure, try to pronounce the title as one word.

Salute-in-Song 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Come rare through all that is above,

condense in style from ingredient isles

a selective chance you knew it had to be. 

Sprung when the space was right, or was it 

time to have a stretch? Bound to distance, an

explanation of all else; a here to there till the 

curve flattens out. Harmonics surfing sound, 

all there is to do is play. 

To Be in your Thoughts

When you said so, with me forever.

Impressions…

To Be in your Thoughts

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Don’t know how I got here, but I’m happy to stay,

make myself comfortable, dance around and play. 

Was it something I said that popped me in your head?

Nice of you to have me, you really didn’t have to,

all the ways of wishing, sure did bring us true. Love

when you have me over, feel I could stay awhile, 

best part of being here is getting to watch you smile. 

And when the children ask, ‘were you like this when

you were young?’ We’ll only momentarily interrupt 

our impressions of sizzling shrimp to ask with 

condescension what is meant by ‘were young,’ then

straight back on the barbie we’ll go. I play the harmonica 

between your legs, lost in enchanted song. A realized

seat upon the piano bench of time, always playing 

for as long as you are mine. Throughout your darling 

days my little whispers tickle as they trace your wings 

with the morning dew we once knew. As you tread the 

garden of your golden hour mind, find me tiling away, 

tending with love the fruits thereof.