the end
is at the beginning
the beginning
is at the end
the middle
is round and round
and full of pies
i wish i could be a circle
more than just the middle

Hanging in the sky
A very close friend of mine
The luminous moon.

Trust no one.
All will deceive you.
Trying to ensnare.
Holding you to their lies.
Cloaks for disguise
Masks for the fools.
A ball for all those.
Who dance with the flys.

True faces are hidden.
When verbiage employed.
Intentions unbalanced.
As they allude to the truth.
Hearts have been missing.
Your misplacement enjoyed.
Lured to intentions.
The light ****** from you.

I am planting myself
between eternal hope
and eventual discord

Just some grey occurrence
reflecting the rue of life

The middle way between
the light of day
and the shimmering night.

What a query we have in the night
Its illuminated stare
leaves us more uncertain
The silence of a million stars pervades

I am Rip
awakened from a long sleep
finally my eyes opening
to see a new world.

As you hit the keys on the piano
your hands dance with the rhythm
And retain a mystical aura
The alluring tunes of your music awaken the fire flies
As you play they glide
Creating a shimmering glow of aurora

Time has been
                          lost again.
Falling
into the
cracks in
the floor.

With a pounding heart
I grasp
for the remnants
                              of memories
but they have      slipped
into distant          caverns.

Blurred figures
of my past
constructing walls to
                                   opaque themselves
to mere whispers.