THE CIRCLE CONTINUES There is a wisdom in the flowers There is a power in the trees. The rivers breath runs mighty Knocking down eternities Opening doors to infinities Extremities Chaste and just No struggle- All things simply fade into a nothingness Of what cannot be weighed. Lighter than a feather Invisible like air A nocturnal creature The presence that seeks you Is here -there-everywhere- Collide the planets Spinning your web So wide and intricate Seizing ever flowing rapture That cannot be grasped Snatching glimpses Of the motion that moves through me So slowly Trapped within my bloodstream Like a mystic stillness running Trapped in some death working out of limitation- Bobby works the night shift and he only gets a quarter Of an hour To drink his coffee Meditate and Pay his bills Every day he faces the rat race Trying to find his place within it He isn't sure of his direction He doesn't feel protected The path that he is traveling He knows there are no shortcuts and only the meek survive Too much harshness can kill you. He knows it all to well Sometimes he wakes up and screams In his own hell. His mother died in August and his brother lives in Boston he keeps going and going but where is he heading He does not know. There is a sweet pie in the oven His girlfriend Heather's watching They drink a beer and share a pizza His father killed 20 years AGO THEY SIT IN FRONT OF THE TELEVISION There's nothing on to watch All the news is so depressing and the shows are all so boring Its a wonder they don't blow up The television set or put themselves into a blender Try to become a new flavor The routine of every day drives them insane. On an endless journey Won't slow down or halt for just a minute He thinks he has had a revelation That he has finally found something or someone but he is mistaken or so the story goes But there are no new realizations Born without any parents without money in his pocket Johnny we are marching Marching to a drummer and the rhythm hypnotized us lifts us into a pattern an illusion and soon we are no more Just a feeling a remembrance Of someone who could have been We look down at our own corpse and we do not even Have the strength to cry. Rum tum diddle do you What has take him a life time Gone in 7 seconds The starving ones are wailing There hunger is annoying I can't even go to the movies Because entertainment has been banned and you cant go out after midnight The bread is stale and the ignorance is rising God it is 2004. The world is turning and nothing is secure not even the Lakers We are sick and failing No one has a cure Religions are plenty Fanatics in abundance Zealots and killers everywhere They all have different Gods But there is no one out there to help us The Gods we are pursuing Dissolve into the Ether They break down in time Like water falling on a rock Gradually eroding Seems like it takes forever eventually disappearing and there is no one left to holler to go into a rage There is no one left to die Oblivion is what we call it but is it the end or just beginning? Holding hands and praying As the bastards drop the bombs We start again with nothing and the Circle Continues. Stephen John Kalinich © 2004 All Rights Reserved.