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. 

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. 

Mighty Socket 

It wasn’t what I intended to write, but it was time.

Mighty Socket

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If you long to song don’t beat about it, 

pick up a stick to believe in limewire.

Mighty socket, the ground beneath our

feet, and it gives us stuff to eat. Flick a

match to the wind, watch it catch and

burn, feel your blood boil, heart of 

cosmic drum, around the flame sits 

a prism of translucent hue, as a bird 

carries a song you carry the clue. 

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.