One circle returning a spiral
No beginning or end
The origin is forgotten
The end is to come
Unending unknown
The cycle spins in orbit
A known side and a dark
a duality is studied
But like quantum  physics
Is just a theory
And great minds
Get dizzy

conceptualize if you can
spirits and ghosts
Afterlife and life's beginnings
Your own end And
grieve while you live
Make habits and poems
Rhyme while you're  capable
Of watching
Sunsets

Make haste when you are hurried
Make love when you're  worried
Make songs to be sung
And diagnose the worlds wrongs
But make something round
A mouth puckered up
A ball bouncing over
The world spinning round

And you will realize that sides mundane conceptions
We live uneventful Like days
will always go on
The last thing we should study
more the right than the wrong
we should play ball more
life and a metaphor

Its all coming round

Ok.
I admit I've  stolen hearts,
Plagiarized Shakespeare
To get my way into a day
I might hold her tight
Used words that Poe also wrote
or themes that Emily thought of
in loneliness
or was that Thoreau?
A crook a ne'er did well
a thief a stealer of words
Ignoble. And i grin because
I know
deep down inside,we all
Compose
With the meter words the sounds
Of dead poets
Echoing
in our minds
Somewhere

And, were any work unique,  ever.
Or are we all
Just thiefs, and
Crooks

Jerome
The gnome
And
Mary Gold
Just
Alone in the garden
Wishing
To recreate
Animate like
The bunnies
And squirrels
Its the same every day
Their shadows fall
The same
But never
Touch.
Jerome
And
Mary.
So close
And yet
So far
Away

If you could
channel the Earth
and hear what She
is telling you.

to see the signs of what
She wants to convey.

Could we be friends again?

With the Earth in all Her
overwhelming magnificence.

No hierarchies
or agendas

Just a hands off-
Asking for only
what we need
approach.


It's so simple.
To make earth happy again.

I'm trying to tell us how I absorb the sun
On yellow days.
Walking to nowhere down the hill
Inspired by the shiny backs of leaves
Surprised how free the excepting is
Taken in like i belong
Here a glint like a young smile
A pattern i discern from the background is a face welcoming me
The bark dark green absolute
Full resolutely i come there
Calm. Almost gone is that blue.
Replaced by rays and limbs and twigs dead leaves the dead the life going on
Absolute peace.

I dont want to leave.

I belong here...