Early to bed early to rise
out standing in his field
good farmer Brown never stops
from dawn to dusk
rotating his crops
hoping it will bear a fruitful yield
when he brings the harvest in
tho' full of crows which do most harm
it's enough to make one's head spin
but that's how life goes down on the farm
I spent my night
Sleepless due to blackout
Torturing, I fight.
Everything turns in circle
The old wheel rotate like a cycle
All spoke come again seating vehicle
Believe this a truth not a miracle!
I wonder but wondering is neither wavering or wilting. And just who would build a duck arch at a junction anyway? The way is always clearer when the past is lost but who argues with gaggles of geese is often left questioning the ideology of a cosmic soup dish although this should never be miscontrued as a soapy basin for basil is intelligant so when feeding fish please be very aware that acorns are large and therefore a not an option for flakes. Kiss then. Good. Go on then kiss. Mr and mrs in a barn. Canoodling. But not noodles. Hahaha beans waving with beards hahaha mystical moo meeting a hay bale. X x x x x x x cicumstantial cosmological corrosion x insectiside z z z z
Rotating Door
(M J Halliday 20140623)
I stepped through the rotating door,
To be born in a nameless land.
Recycled again, like before...
A soul as ageless as the sand.
No one escapes mortality.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Spent the next life in a city
Among the disenfranchised poor.
The next few lives were marred by war;
Civilizations rose and fell.
I stepped through the rotating door.
A General said "War is Hell".
This time around, I can recall
Glimpses of what happened before.
In broad contexts, this life seems small.
I stepped through the rotating door.
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