I am!

Hard,
Smooth,
Jagged,
Grooved,
Slippery when wet,
Better yet,
Formed to use,
Flat,
Round,
Lost,
Found,
Naturally man made,
Toss,
Through,
Skip,
Jump,
Covered up,
Laid in,
Foundation built,
Best alone,
When a rock becomes a stone………..

FTBAS 9.1.11

Exactly!

What’s the possibility of joining my mind time travel to it’s own reality, where East walks South as they circle around each other sweeping up the West all holding the hands together with North, cultures and generations of living, dead, saint and sinners, a circle for no beginners,no winners, gathered through out in a realm of sawdust and blood. The sun sets around each person as they light up the night. Their fires ageing within a space of a thimbles sigh. No one knows the other and we never ask why. Trembling upon the sight of love, bacon grease and calamity.

My relation to this situation seems to be to much pain to cover over and erase the dead, to much sorrow to cry, to much pain to die, in to much of everything we lie, concentrated, dedicated to those who have gone awry, captivated, emasculated, perorated, frustrated with legitimate proof of sanity.

Exactly!!!

FTBAS 9.30.11

Round Abound

Circles are complete,
Aren’t we?
Isn’t it neat?
A life to be,

In round abound,
Lighting travels,
Laughing sound,
Crying marvels,

From birth to grave,
Marching along,
King and slave,
It won’t be long,

The latter be the other,
Reach for ascension,
Child, son, daughter, brother,
Shift the dimension,

Collected friend,
Drawn with out,
An open end,
Round about……………

FTBAS 928.11