By the trees, I remember the street
I am bad at direction
In my life, directionless is all I've been
Going through the wrong turns
Coming back from the long cuts
Walking three miles for one
By the trees, I remember the street
All I wish to be there again.

Sometimes I think I run too fast
Sometimes I pause for too long
The frequency of heart beat varies
but it is the right one at the time
The graph goes up and down
My brain goes round and round
It's twisted but a straight line
Many doubts but faith underlined
The universe is a deep inhale and inside
Pass through the flower valleys of soul
The feeling of complete and whole.

Buzzing sounds in the ear
Is it awakening tone
Bring your breath in control
And your body core
Lights up to the sound of the universe
It's illuminating you
Far from the darkness that surrounds you
Keep your eyes closed and within
And immerse in the feeling
For bliss and joy are hidden beneath.

A poet finds no joy in errant words,
those misbehaving dogs  
which will not come to heel,
how can they delight us  
they may turn round and bite us

It's in the night when you breathe in
And the calmness spreads within you
You look at the moon and then the skies
Feel the smile on your face
After the tears swept away
For it is the end of the day.

It's a cycle how it goes
I am aware but yet I am unprepared
It's a cycle, everything is temporary
And yet I lose the cool and get worked up
I fill the water much, it overflows the cup
So the expectations aren't met
the lifestyle is quite set

I live in past and future tense
I lose my being, the need for sense
I don't do anything in present
I am here, yet you can feel I am absent
But when I see the moon,
It reflect back right now
I feel it in my being,
In my bones seeping
I feel the calmness rise
At this moment now, I know I am wise
Forgotten away, all my vices.

What he eats, he becomes,
we see ruthlessness, what is in the stomach?
Killing kindness, the kind of vile violence,
the pain in our eyes, it was in their eyes.
Killed collective consciousness
be prepared what comes next,
What we sow, we reap
it feels like a clean sweep.