Circles
Changing
Inter-mingling
Re-arranging
My love for myself
My love for them
For the unseen future
Broader industries born from transgression
Lessons seldom learned in full
The pull of the Moon against the tide
The spinning if yarns back into the wool of the lamb
Clambering over the innocence in the byways that are governed by the souls of the damned
Circles , spinning
Figure-eighting
Debating upon who is who
The fictional and the true
Bitter truth spills like water from a pouring vessel
Nothing hidden
Nothing sacred
Nothing trying to pretend
The battered and the beaten and the broken empty-hearted
Right back into the epicenter of fear in which they started
Nothing with which to reason for the mourning of those who have departed
Laughter that now comforts the crowd makes me see the reason for the existence of circles
Timeless meanderings of souls inter-mingling
Jingling bells of holiday cheer
Erasing the fear that the elitists are all counting upon for the erasure of Yuletide celebrations by the end of next year
So we all must join hands, all passed and pardoned
Forgiving our offenders
Releasing our angst
Loving first ourselves before attempting to love others to restore back the balance of Earth- bound living
Giving everything our all in any way that we possibly can....
11-06-2012