Watching Worlds Collide

We, the next generation
Stand forth
With pride.

This is a proclamation,
One
Unlike any other kind.

For those who think,
Will never sink.
But will always,
Cross unto the other side.

We, the young ones
With music
In our hearts.

Will watch
The worlds collide.
For those who feel,
Are torches burning bright
The Others
Under a bushel hide.

The Circles

In this Circle
And this circle alone
Does my strength lie
Until the leaves fall
And rocks tremble
And turn to dust.

From this Circle
And this circle alone
Will power overflow
That which overcomes all
And the rumbling of the storm.


This Circle of kindness
And this Circle of patience
Meld together
Like the rising of a new sun
And from its rays
Kisses each day
With this Circle of love.

When these Circles
Align
And spills into the other
These Circles combine
And these Circles find
They bring you back to One.
One wreath of Understanding.

A Good Scoff

Crumble
Bumble
Mumble
Fumble
These are the things a lady must Do...Do.

Cry
Sigh
Fire Alight
These are things the boys mustn't say No To.

Whoopity-dee!
Quipity-da!
The alarm goes off
Guess dreams will just be stuff for a good scoff.

The Box

Step out
Look around
Breathe in
Or blow out.

Stretch back
Relax
Eyes shut
Ears open.

Feet spinning
Lights dimming
Warmth fading
The chill overtaking.

Earth giving way
To a gentle sway
Knees crumble and shatter
As a moment matters.

An abyss below
The heavens above
Sides no more
The top and the bottom
Close in.

The breath and the arch
The spirit and the match
Decide for each one
The shape of their Box.