end cycles at every end, if you do it now, you'll never have to do it again... its promise. - downward flow, upward flow, most awkward sense of rhythm. still balanced, still universal laws, still process, still principle.
standing still yet moving at speeds as fast as tides rising, the age of glow and golden is vastly approaching the horizon. - with age never showing in face; there's an agent of grace and youth, embracing truth.
too sick of love songs with no rhythm or bounce, too drunk on potions half-mixed with only ounces of exchanged dead energy. = i need violence and i need peace, in the same breath.
spilled emotions with depth of ocean, like no notion is good enough... no longer careful of how she looks in the eyes of another, you get what you get & you also get what you give.
when your back aches from carrying burdens of worlds for generations, when your smile can only form as far as an odd slant and your breath comes hard like its ran out twice already... when you hear screams in the night and sense no threat, the madness seems like the only sanity and all that's left to do is seated position. - sweet comfort from nothing, stillness is more bitter than bitter-sweet.
when mind feels threatened, it sends out signals to the guards to stand upright & look aware, as if we aren't already far gone enough. - i know, its your job to protect and defend, so i can practice as much of the zen as i allow; mind will do what it must.
does the thought of love free you or does it haunt you? does it put you at ease or make you so uneasy that you cant find a stable stance... - the truth is, the lesser starts to outweigh any sense of fulfillment in love & then it fades, & then you hope to find it again... but does it come? - i'd say love is worth the pain it brings, but don't take my word.
