Caught in the puzzles of expectation, we ride tidal waves of reality into our deaths.
Straight and narrow, stilted experiences of learning,bunching together in withering circles, find no vacantspaces to reside in.All of life’s promises are severely curtailed by meannessand atrocities of others filled with envious jealousy.Holding true to what others can never come close to,honesty fills the hearts of those who are lonely.
Assuaging my soul as I cry into the night without any comfort.
following circles of enlightenment, tangling with vocals of reticent memories.Songs being written as they are silently composed and played, turning over constantly with overwhelming ferocity.Flowing lightening, striking every moment, bringing reality’s ideas into focus.
Heeding every call, wanting to speak and answer, always on the verge.Promises being made and kept throughout the years.Emptying whispers constantly in vats of mind-bending thought and keeping pace with eternity.
secret place to come back to sanity and be what I am to be.I need to be alone with myself to try and find out where I’m going.No one else needs to know why I do it – it satisfies myself alone.Whispering particles of my life need to sometimes be rearranged andput in jars –…