Away from interspace

Vacillations, always in interspace
Neither here nor, there,
For here or there, don't exist here or there
There aren't two ways to look
Become becomes be, that is this,
There is no another, to grieve or miss

The arrogance of the shrub

Oh! the arrogance of the shrub,
How dare it not obey and grow?
As a seed, when I sowed, it blossomed, and now
As I sow the plant, it refuses to do so,
The soil is the same, even better beneath,
And larger it is now, not just a brown speck,
So why grow not? I've sown and watered,
Arrogant plant, I will stomp you even more.

Day and Night

Running in endless happy circles,
Around the eternal tree of life,
Watered, fostered, cared
By hidden torrents of love,
Our hands, dawn and dusk,
Forever held tight,
Ours, the fairytale of day and night,
In a journey, where we may never embrace,
One where your soul the sun, gives life,
To mine, the moon, now and for life.

For that little stone

Why bleed and forever cry
Why explain, even try
Why sweat yourself dry
For that little stone

Why yell in rage
Why dump love in a cage
Why alone you age
For that little stone

Why see her run away
Why fail to make her stay
No neck, forever, to hold and stay
For that little stone

Why lose a gem, a caring heart
Why live a life, when the heart's torn apart
Why strive to,see your ways, part
For that little stone

That which is lost, not known till it is,
That which remains, not the one we miss,
Why did I lose all, in agony we hiss,
For that little stone