The wind of change is upon me,
and as it breezes by, and upheval of leaves surrounds me
Lost within this vision of swirls
my times are show before, but in the swirling of the leaves
I look for those of which i know
not in vain as they come together
the past, present, all as one with the future still swirling
Within this tornado of emotion, can i spot a familiar person?
Can i establish myself enough to see them?
But as i strain to clerifiy the vison, it is lost in all void
there again i lie, just as before, but with profound emotion, tugging at all actions
to allow these emotions is to change, for the better one can never know
all he can conceive of his future is the swirl of emotions, lost as well in the void
and yet, truly known in this void is the future

lost in the leaves i see myslef
in flashes of time
in flashes of life
they swirl around, faster round, faster
lost in a sea of emotion i look for the familiar, the knowable
alas, it is in vain, it swirls faster, faster until no movement is noticed, has it stopped?
The image solidifies into a single entity
myself
can I stare myself back? Is there too much i have done to be of even that small dignity?
To lose this battle is to give up hope, to truly see youself, and to never turn away is the war. How many battles will you lose, how many will you win. How many times will you skirmish with yourself

Lost in this swirl
spinning, twirling, swirling
lost in the seas of my memory i float
i sit

i sit on the boat as i sail the grand sea of memories, without sail, without paddle i wander my existance. Nothing to control, nothing to worry about i am lost in this sea of past. The past is what i can see, The present has no bearing yet, and the future is never to be seen. Yet with nothing to control, i only gaze lazily at what i can see. To learn if i wish, to let slide in favor of more rest. I drift aimlessly, or do i? Does this voyage have a true place to come to? Or am i just here to exist. Things come, things go. People come around, people leave. To drift for an eternity is to dull the senses, lack of control gives way to loss of freedom. Never to leave sanctuary of my boat i am slow to go near my own edges. Emotions lost. The mind sharp in all the ways logical and order, but emotion is none, and all is lost in this world. To be without is to be lost without. To be lost within yourself.
To control nothing, to have nothing worry, to be on a passanger of your boat, to let the waves of the future in the sea of the past push you onward to everything.

Power taken,
Power received
voice revoked
Voice received
thrown into the backseat,
jumping into the driver's seat
small and meak
large and strong

The winds of change have blown since time began but as the dust they kickup is visible it seems this time they come with a force unknown to me.

within my swirling aura i am lost in its images
fast and short they fly
small and large, distiguishable and the unknown
Do i kno what im looking at? To un

to be emotional is to feel the extremes of your emotions
to feel abosloute happiness and abosolute sadness
to be emtional is to feel true love
to be emotionless is to only have hills a slumps in your emotions, slightly happy, slihgly sad
yet it allows you to see that love is blind, to see your lust. To see their faults
one must know when to be of emotion, and when to be emotionless. To master these is immpossible. To use them is common place. The more you learn, the more favorable your outcomes will be.

Recongizable yet alien
my surroundings have changed and maybe for the better
when you come down to it, strip away the people, things, actions.
Im content, not really happy, because happiness can change,
being content is much more filling
to know you dont need those other people
those other things
that other stuff
as of now, life is good and it just rolls on nicly
pumps and such, but when you get under them, its smooth as usual
you can lie your head back and know everything will turn out fine
fine because youve nothing really at stake
whatever would be lost can be gained easily again
floating in your boat through the ocean of time
from here on, things will get better, or go nowhere
and thats a fact
in this world of half-truths and lies
No one is innocent, but im going to be clean.

The winds of change find their way to my abode
as they come i am caught without shelter
the upheval of dust and debris swirls around me
and i am lost in oblivion
the pieces in flight shimmer with an unknown light
beauitful in their mystery
their shimmers suddenly congregate into discernable images and figures
i strain to find meaning in these seemingly abstract stuff
suddenly their meanings are clear as day to me,
my past, present and what seems to be the future swirl infront of me
the images of the past come and go slowly, going with great care to detail and actions
the present is much faster, almost blurred to the point of non recognition
the future is spinning at an almost unfathomable pace, only slight figures and able to be recognized.
I hesitate for a moment, which do i study hardest?
Which of these is the most important?
And just as quickly as the images had congregated, they were lost again, to return to only shimmers
the winds of change have moved on and yet I seem to have unaffected.
When will its next visit be?
And will i again hesitate to find the image most worth looking into?
The sun's rays hit me once more full on.
I feel stirred up in my stomach, but at last my mind is at peace
Tommorow i will move on with my new found knowledge, to help or to hurt, only the future knows. And the future is uncertain

living in a changing world. Fleshing out an existance in the ever increasing world. Living by unsaid rules, unspoken laws. Unknown edicts. Confined to ourselves is our true self in this world of hipocracy. Keeping pace we go, be friends with everyone, never make angry or cause emotion, just be another blank copy of a copy of a copy, of a copy. Living in your mind only do you have real opinions and real personalities. Locked away for only the closest people, or maybe the farthest. We show the world such a blank expression of ourselves we just cant make that connection! Lost in this box of rules.j totally broken from our real sleves. So how can you find youself after these years! I dont know, ive tried, and sometimes i think ive found it, but you never truly know. As a socitey weve become numb to our world and espesically ourselves. Those who entertain us and intrigue us are the ones who atleast have a handle on who they truly are underneath it all. This honestly of one's self and vigor draw us to them. And throw them into the spot light so we may all look upon them. We need to shake this numbness and find outselves, by doing this we can be content and truly live, and not just exist.

Control you destiny they say! Find out who you are! Be successful! Get a good job, go to school! Find a wife! They scream.
But what do you want!? Where do you want to be! ?Where are you going!? What is happening to your life?! Where is your life taking you? Know yourself and be content! Just know who you are. Why are you different? What can you do? What are your strengths? Weakneses? Best, worst traits?! Know yourself! Know yourself!

What makes you smike/ what makes you frown? What allows you to find the emotion known as content, where you can sit there, maybe alonem =natbe wutg itger. And just know its going as it should, that no matter what happens your going to be alright, and in the ned, things will be right. That you cant do wrong ecause your motives are not wrong, naïve sounding yes. But if your pure and watch out, you will only pull those close closer, find your state of content and do what y9o ucan to stay there, its the best feeling inside, and youll never regret it.

Why didnt you go there? Afraid of what youd find? Scared of the changes? The people, the places?! Scared of the path that you could choose because? How much effort have you used to stay away?! How far have you come because of it!?

Running in the rain
like running trhough the pain
like taking it one step at a time
as you stop on a dime
running against the wind
as if your ginned
flying fast
destin to crash
running quick
and its gunna stick

Running in the rain
droplets here, puddles there
sheets of water falling into your face
alive nowhere but here
dead to your suroundings
Know yourself!

Place your trust in me,
i will bring you through it
tell me your dreams
ill bring you into them
Tell me your secrets
i will hear you out
I will be there for you
if you are there for me

time runs on wings of silk
sliding with speed, unfound on my own
but always with you.

Too slow,
gotta keep up with this one
cant lose em
staying on the shoulder, toying with me
pulling out, gotta keep it, gotta keep it
straining, straining, corners, straights
screams, yells, announcations, tounges. Flashing colors, running wild
keeping steam, on that shoulder, suddenly, in stride, widening out, straight away, more screaming, go go go!
Strain, strain, strain, strong finish!
Push push push, in sync with his legs, then broken, quicker quicker rotation, flying off
faster and faster, hes on my shoulder now, quicker i go, his head in my view for a moment, diving forward, barreling, pushing, screaming. Finish
done
complete
number one.
Staggering back
shots bleeding through
stagering to the floor
shots in my throat
raise the gun
fire again
kill the avengers
kill the bringers
kill the takers