Going around and around

Will love finally be found?

Looking for life out there

Seeking for it somewhere



So on and on I will go

Back and forth, to and fro

Feet aching, never stopping

Always window shopping



I'm looking for the end of a circle

It keeps on being never ending

I'm looking for the end of a circle

I feel like things are transcending



Looking up, then I'm looking down

I'm the king who has lost his crown

Sometimes mad, maybe sometimes sane

Trying to make sense, trying to explain



If you look for which you seek

You never can find the words to speak

I am here and you are over there

Dreaming that we can be somewhere



I'm looking for the end of a circle

It keeps on being never ending

I'm looking for the end of a circle

I feel like things are transcending



.

The Storm is over!
Spent of all
its frightening fury,
its roaring clapping done,
with dawn arise on the horizon,
        one questions all the worry!

The winds once wild
with mighty wrath
stirred darkness to a boil!
They now toy with last night's turmoil,
        and clear the sun a path!

All prayers are laid aside-
       save one-
as gloom gives way to
the morning sun.

The prayer yet remaining?
Let me survive the next
       storms' ride!

i fell in the woods with no one around
and i did not make a sound.
i sat with my creators
and drank liquid the colour
of dark bismuth crystals.
and we all sat and agreed
that i was a spiralling formation
of natural chaos.

postulate carnivals festivities ferris wheels unicorns
tooting horns laughs squeals of carnivorous
joviality held breath heights scary games of chance
winning all today
it is our day
to  populate reality
with
fairy tales or obliviate insanity send notice
from highs cry together deny no more the obvious
sobriety holding in that hit wary of getting caught
losing it all
so say with me
I believe
in fairy tales

The seconds woven into minutes
forge into hours pour into days
so quick the years add up
to our lifetimes
we saw as the horizon.
Just this second

walk forward, one step
           fall back , two
spring jumps
             winter skews
keeping a cadence
                of an army
bring it back
                the beat , down
chants from where
                     the peace
is hewed and chewed and spewed
                          in a cadence
a beat of love of peace of new
                             ferocity asking
who is in accord who is with
                                  this beat
of a new season's cadence.

Is truth relevant
when she farts?
I lie, only then,
and look away,
with a ****
smile. I love her.

I just want a second a
five or tenth minute
whence
I feel not
Alone.
An hour not to be so
lost
in the days of misery,
again.
to not feel a week
weak.
To have one month strong,
all along.
a righteous
year in my life
not wrong.

out of sight

out a window
out a door
closed
he knows
loses interest
the world
out of right
out of his sinew
he pours
out thoughts
of a girl he once knew
out of
sacrifice
out of tissue
out of light
out of words
out of hope
out of need
meaning
nothing
out of writes.
out of
outs.
out.