Winter Days

Burning embers of cinnamon
Winter days they come again
Oh how quietude turns into the sting of busy times
Please, bring me back to my solace

Having inner peace comes to those
Who bring it unto themselves
Old and new we come to the world
How do we escape this judgment?

Thoughts Late at Night

Chaos reigns
Hearts ablaze
When times change
Are rearranged
Please speak between the lines
I do not and cannot repeat myself
Myself, am I maddening, saddening,
Giving joy or espousing hope
Reading the symbols betwixt the stars
Of sacred want and need
Can you hear me reverberating in the night
That secret poetic soul from beneath the waves
Of the universe
Speaking truth

Nursery Rhyme Time

The Three Little Pigs in a state of sin
Bring it again, bring it again

Maidens, they're milking
Butchers, they're butching
And bakers they're baking

What ludicrous nonsense is this?
What world do we live in
Where ba ba black sheep bleet
Drunk in the street
What does that even mean?

YOU TELL ME.

Stream of Mind

How good it feels
When storms calm
Hazy shades of azure blue
Come to take me away

I need this place
Solace, Solemnity, Sol
It comes like burning embers
Illuminating my night within

Revelation
Betwixt myself and myself
Calling from spaces inside
Wriggling out anger and snuffing out pride

Going, neither here nor there nor anywhere
Yet traveling everywhere
I hear delight
Send me it's way

Voyage

Oh how the mists of time
Come to grab us away
When we believe in what we know
But it hurts the heart
That is when the candle of change
Comes to glow it's peaceful light
Of both happiness and sorrow.

Universal Spirals

Naked somber
It comes in the night to bring false faces
Into folds and fields of wonder
How can you not underestimate, understand
Under bridges
Of your own designs unyielding
To the newly driven snow of existences foretold?
Words are like louses, pickpockets' houses
When they kneed like doe the edge of the soul
Can it really bend with time and hearts unkind
How be the places alone?
Brought upon arcs of time
The wastelands of an empty chasm
Breathing deep beyond all measure
The future knows no bounds
While the past is yet complete and present completing
How can you say you did not feel it
When it encapsulated your sacrum
And how can you ignore
The pounding sound of universal love
That reverberates at your door?
When all the haunts of eternity
Come to bring you gifts of life
The nectar of unspoken gods and fright
Torches ablaze with fortune and fame
All for naught tonight?