Flow of Energy

Current flows in circles

Through the small koi pond you made

The wind pushing each side

Koi chasing each other's tail

Opposition in it's gentlest form

Ying and Yang balanced good and evil

Its beauty lies in the shape

A circle describes not only this world

But within and beyond our presence here

Each moment collapsing back upon itself

We all are connected in a circular fashion

As we describe society as a circular pool

The consistent and regular patterns of a circle

Provide us with sport, games that all require a ball

Ever present and all around us...

The shape known also to those without good vision

The rings of aging trees, the circle of life

And are we not the currents of the koi pond?

Each of us swimming along the same path

We fall, yet to fall once again

A cd that doesn't get past the first song

It is said that repetition is the key to learning

But at some point this repetitive circle must be broken

In the buddhist doctrine,

We live, we die, yet are reborn again

But to achieve peace, to achieve ultimate relief

Nirvana must be reached

To break your path along this circle

Is not to break the beauty of the shape

It is to view with a different perspective

Above the circle, the whole picture

Within it, a straight line.

Metronome of the Heart

Keep the beat
Little drummer boy
Each hit, a strategic rhythm
Must be kept in line

A metronome for each step of the march
Fail not, each gong must be striked with purpose
Weariness will not be accepted
Carelessness punished
One note out of line
A domino effect disrupting all those around you

Who's to blame?
You or the system
A burden you must bear your entire life
A system you must follow without question

But these are the rules you made
The system and each step you put in place
Your passion is the source of energy
To keep pushing, to keep drumming
Discipline is the tool to your self made prophecy

Distant Fantasies

Airy footsteps of a young child
Tip tap tippidy top too teet
The xylophone and harp in perfect harmony
Tiny prints upon the white crystals
Disappears as quickly as the child skips by

The epitome of serenity, beauty, bliss
Draws upon a familiar nostalgia
The flute so delicately blown portrays
Child carelessness, wishful hopefulness
Frolicking about in the game of life, reality or fantasy

Gradually the steps grow heavier and more pronounced
The sound of each step grows louder and faster
Skipping, jogging, running
Dum, doom, dum dideedum, doom dudum
As the drums follow in step

The adrenaline multiplied throughout the body
Adventure in the search for independence
But with freedom comes responsibility
Trumpets ablaze, pride and honor at stake
It boils down to the fight for your principles

Fantasies of youth seemed so long ago
With the burden of age, power,and wisdom
The cello touches your sacred core
The ability to do something becomes the pressure
Building up until it explodes from inside

All emotions smashed into one moment
One moment that determines your existence
Cymbals clash, drums gong, time to choose
The fallen hero or the victorious savior

Choose wisely for it IS your final fantasy.

Dreams of a Thousand Years

Some say the rivers run deep
The soil made of charcoal ash
Follow the transparent blue flow
There you will find what you're looking for

Hurry now before it disappears
Engulfed by the ground beneath
The clear blue will begin seeping
Navigating its way through the pores of black

By then it would have been too late
The path to redemption no longer visible
The lines of fate lost
Your hands are your most faithful map

The old lady creeps up from her ball
Tells this to the young girl who for years
Has been searching for her lost soul
The girl quickly gets up in a rush to find her soul

The old lady shakes her head
Little lady... what you're looking for
Is in the land where the colors cannot be seen
Look inside the crevices
Remember me?

The old lady wakes up
Lying alone in her bed
One single tear from her eyes
Lets her know within her
Her soul lies.

Dead or Alive

What defines our existence?

In strict, biological terms

Living is the ability to reproduce

But we all know that isn't living

Is it courage that keeps us alive?

Courage to march into battle

Though death is imminent and certain

Or is it the courage to stand up 10 stories high

And fall to your death

Is it love that keeps us chugging along?

Love for work, for those around us, for money

A theory bequeaths this idea of love

That maybe love is selfish, for we love so that we are happy

True love is sacrifice, but therein lies misery

Are we all truly living through misery?

What burns within you?

What spark of flame will carry you through the years

What you live for is an itch you cant help but scratch

It is compulsive, a disease that consumes you

Eventually marking your life and how you live it

Living is being here at this moment in time

Not wishing, not waiting, but imprinting

Content with yourself and your actions

An almost selfish endeavor,

Living is for yourself

Living is happiness in you

It is to follow your natural instincts

It makes you tick, makes you leap through time

You look back and wonder what happened...

Are you alive?

Ghost of Faith

A flicker of light
The breaking of dawn
A flower ready to bloom
Anticipation for the event
Analogous to that of inspiration

Beneath our subconsciousness
There lies a mystery
One that we cannot grasp
Until the right moment & mindset

Sitting in contemplation
As the cars drive by
The wind ever so slightly
Nudging against your face
Reveals a tingling shiver across your spine

Lying alone in silence
You wait for sensation
It could be for minutes
Hours, Days, Months, Years
Yet you still lay waiting

Like a ghost, dwelling within
Only to reveal itself
When you've forgotten its existence

A reminder for those lost
Food for those starving
Reason for those without

Inspired by the savior within

Beat the Clock

Time is a comedian
Spinning you round
Until you've riped to old age
Kidnapped and held against your will
Alas, you look around
The final show, the last act
You realize what time has done to you

Its audience bursting into laughter
In synchrony to your regretful chorus
A recap flashes before you
Not of memories, but of emotion

Anything significant is but an impression
Marked not by your heart, but of time
It made you forget, made you nothing
An empty traveler wandering into the endless abyss

At the end of it all
Time stares at you
Looking for your soul
Hoping to make a joke of such
But tis already gone
Split into pieces

The last laugh is yours
Timeless in those who love you.