Another full circle

Another full circle

I am back at point A

Repeating again but

On a different day

The scenery the same

Like being lost at sea

Like running a lap, how

Can I get to point B

From the spider's new web

From the spider's new web
To the evening firefly
A day in the yellow
Beneath a painted sky

With white clouds expanding
Without shadows or time
Spinning on a plateau
With no valleys or climb

Apart without reason

Apart without reason

Separated by time

The distance grows greater

Like the numbers of prime

If we can’t say hello

Are we bidding adieu

As our parallel lives

Are becoming so skew

Where's the revolution

Where's the revolution
Raised fists in defiance
Can we forge ahead with
Fight and noncompliance

No anger or outrage
We've become complacent
If we don't speak up now
Send in a replacement

Making up for lost time

Making up for lost time

Unable to compose

Situations I can’t

Imagine or suppose

Left with paint by numbers

The mechanics and gears

Nothing original

No new joys just old tears

The dark is just the dark

The dark is just the dark

No doors remain ajar

No movement coming back

No voices from afar

And time is here and now

On the head of a pin

The tip of the needle

This second of the spin

What is left to be said

What is left to be said

The bridge is gone, the hand

Is not reaching out as

Time passes the last sand

Can you hear me shouting

But what does it matter

I speak a language that

Only sounds like chatter

If I venture forward

If I venture forward

Beyond the crowds standing

Hopeless with religion

And misunderstanding

And find myself alone

In a moment of grace

I’ll be the butterfly

Anonymous in space

The aging descendo

The aging descendo

No longer remembers

A life full of fire now

Just flickers and embers

Love is not strong enough

To break the darkest wall

The memory sealed up

Without any recall

When our future becomes

When our future becomes

Non-existent, no more

When one of us exits

Closing the final door

Hope will become resigned

A large oak uprooted

Locks securing a safe

That’s already looted

I give to you silence

I give to you silence

But not the gift of peace

The stillness of vacuums

Where pressure does not cease

Wounds that don’t stop bleeding

The bandage always red

And time that rushes on

Until the final thread

Less sound than a conch shell

Less sound than a conch shell

No voices and no words

More quiet than a woods

Without the call of birds

No whispers or shouting

No breathing or a sigh

Just two clouds traveling

Across a peaceful sky

Out on the curvature

Out on the curvature

Cornfields slowly bending

High above hawks have a

View that’s never ending

And the road ribbons on

With its white lines dashing

Berries ripe on trees, the

Cedar waxwings thrashing

All of the bridges out

All of the bridges out

The dove never returns

All of the flowers cut

The fire no longer burns

Our continents breaking

Oceans between us lay

An equator divides

Other stars on display

Broken relationship

Broken relationship

No quantity of glue

To hold it together

And make it seem brand new

And as the years go by

Pieces we discarded

Ditching all our hopes to

Mend the broken hearted

It’s not always the weight

It’s not always the weight

Of the heavy boulder

The burden on our backs

From shoulder to shoulder

But the stone in our shoe

Every step a fraction

Of a longer leap that

Can’t gain any traction

Saving happiness for

Saving happiness for

A rainy day ahead

Let the sunshine pass

And holding back instead

Moments for tomorrow

Are existing today

Demanding attention

Without any delay

Tired of endless fighting

Tired of endless fighting
I need an about face
Accept without reason
Embrace a new found grace

Not the end of the World
Or the edge of the map
Surrender to win to
Take a victory lap

Into the blue again

Into the blue again

Immersed in a deep hue

Searching for the yellow

That’s nowhere in the blue

Like the bluest ocean

Without a touch of green

A promise of yellow

That’s nowhere to be seen

The sky full of rain clouds

The sky full of rain clouds
The pond reflecting sky
Turtles raise their heads up
The frogs are far too shy

The swallows swoop and swerve
Dragonflies just hover
And when it starts to rain
I run fast for cover

Existentialism

Existentialism
A tree is just a tree
There's no more meaning than
To be is just to be

Again the fading light
Each moment depleting
Existing and breathing
Then exhaled and fleeting

After all the questions

After all the questions

And their endless pursuit

The canvas is blank like

A fruit tree without fruit

Nothing on the surface

And nothing in the deep

Like a night without dreams

Just a vast, empty sleep

There are no guiding stars

There are no guiding stars

And the moon makes the wave

No secrets in the night

No voices from the grave

The tilting of the spin

The years just come and go

Around the sun revolve

 The rain, the rays, the snow

Maybe there is no gold

Maybe there is no gold

The pan full of gravel

And no destination

Only just the travel

And when I reach the top

It’s only for the view

Maybe there's no answers

Just questions overdue

Far from the tragedy

Far from the tragedy
Nowhere near the center
Yet here I am again
The same door I enter

Into the tragic room
As if it were today
Collecting more feelings
Discovered on the way

With a raised flag we run

With a raised flag we run

Across the battlefield

We’re fighting ignorance

Our destiny is sealed

Standing on the right side

Of history making

The Truth triumphs all with

The ground we are breaking