Inter-Mingling

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