Mystic flux

How many revolutions round the sun Will I take to see the light The vicious cycles through which today I fight The words again, e'r the same The future now seems bright When sun comes round tomorrow Will mind and spirit take to flight? Or will I be able to rise and fight? Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

Should anything change? It's 10 below and I'm sitting on a diving board over a frozen pool. And I'm freakin blogging! What the fuck is wrong with me!!!!! This is like the good old days But I should be better thsan this, I should be in control. Instead I blow off steam. But that's ok Time to go in the southern comfort I s wearing thin, the Masi is history now on to stolen gatorade. This night insane but normal for some. Time to join the fun and try to fit in. I hope that someday the one can appreciate the gravity of the fun and join in be one with the odd aqnd eclectic nature of my extended reality Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

So many years have passed me by Too many foolish tears I've had to cry I know there is an answer why Time to act, it's do or die Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

And again until it works Never give up Never give in One day I will see the light One day it will be alright Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

Falling, falling cold and brown Dead in the wind, dead on the ground My time has passed like birds in sky Circling, diving, distant, shy Now winter comes, freezing, harsh This snowy grave upon the marsh Another season fresh has passed Long days of sun fading fast Slumber now throughout the land Some will wake, some will stand I will join them if I can Spring's rebirth for this old man Waiting, waiting under ground Here in darkness spirit bound I hope to hear the springtime sound Only then will soul be found Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

The energy of thought, patterns of electrons in flesh Fire or flood, running, burning, drowning To form and fashion or stall, malfunction. What control do we have over what we think? What dominion the mind, ours or the cosmos? Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

I stand on the outside looking in, the glass is thick it distorts the view The laughing faces turns to each other in a silent dance around counless tables The food! The wine! The splendour lit by flickering candles I watch and wait. I watch and wonder why I shiver in the cold I turn and try to walk away but the walls of the hole I've dug myself are too steep I turn, I rage A little child looks down and spins my world He throws in a doll for me to play with and makes up stupid games and I play them I know there is more and I try to change the rules I think and I try to move but without him I cannot and I sit until he returns to give me little boy games to play I am here and I want out of my box I am among the connected ones but I've lost my frequency to a glitch I tune in again but static cuts the line I sit and wait and the little boy plays and the other world goes on without me and I fade as memories of minor characters do I know, I know but again I go To...