Works out Perfectly

It can hurt how good things can be.
Jumps up on you, smacking you down.
The sudden gripping awareness
That what you thought was sweet
Was just a hint.

The opposite can fill your time as well
Your problems and your pain
Can become a soothing little note
Familiar and constant in the background
Never far from reach.

All the wanting and all the wishing
The time spent worrying or hiding
None of it alters or saves you from the moment
That you have to live in
That you have to live.

Shifting Still

Release, bringing the crashing seas
With their honest needs
Broken hearted fools
Bent on their own illusions

Guess they can’t see the peace
Over there, waiting
As it has always been
Classy and true

I used to live in the spaces
Between the acts
The small and mighty moments
Made all the better by the rest

The paths lead to many ends
I will steer towards the calm
But ready always to float
In the bubbly bloody red.

Spring Time Return

Pretty little things, swaying and moving

Fun little times, smiling with the rest

Past little chores, better for the effort

Bright and new and ready to go

Some still are captives to their weaknesses

Making some pay a price as well

But I have wandered and now returned

Improved as well

Time for More