The world around me turns

My crooked spirals

Caving in to the delusions  
Of whats not there
then rising in moment
moments

The eye of my soul
he rotates
keeping perfect placement
within reflection of all directions
relaying multi dimensional thoughts
into my life
And nurturing the all knowing within me.

I fall in Circles.

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My life
is like
a rolling
spiral
downward
and
downward
it falls
touching ground for brief moments
only to lore back
up again
into nights telling sky
always perfect
and knowing.
Though uncertainty still lurks
I let Universe sink over me-
stars shining so bright
they show my way
back home.
Upward and downward
I move
feeling comfort
in
       falling.
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         ­              .    .      .
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My stomach turns
as I look at you with sad eyes.
The stair seems playful
and haunting -- but only for a brief moment.
Your look clears my mind
after repeats in processes.
I feel all of you again
and most importantly
I feel me.

You give me space
You give me affection
it is freedom in translation.

You lay me down
then lift me up
so I can walk away
no stomach turning
I am filled with happiness
Alone in happiness
together in Love.

your call meant everything to me
but it never happened
you never called me
you weren't there
so I stayed up in long intervals of the night
worrying of you
and your response to me
I cried sometimes
well aware of heartbreak
and soon to come
messages
of let downs
all over
and now thinking of you feels hard
and overbearing
but I do it anyway
for I see something
in your eyes
I feel something
in your breath
you are special to me
despite of everything
I want you

"I rode my Bicycle straight up to California!

My shoes shot straight through my feet!

The pedals brought closer!

To Heaven above!

Then I got here.

One dish later.

This is living.

Ill do better. "

The energy of the Day
did not reflect that of the Night.

Come day we stay broading
and burning.
Our arms
and skinny legs
come clashing
tattered homes.
When smokers
and gaggers
came down from the Sun
the morning
will find them
hours later..

Come night
we close open
and creepy.
The stars keep of daytime
that was.
We share of our stories
and we sit
without moving,

we keepers
of not
what there was.