Ebb and flow

Something in my cave

plays a vital part.

These pieces of a man

on base 

layed as a child. 

Mind's a tool that can enslave;

habitual habits chains.

Gut 

feels the keys to all that's right, 

same keys for what is broken.

Scattered 'round the cave,

remains of dead endeavours.
Seeds of hope; dormant dreams;
nebulous plans and mangled schemes.

Ghosts

of the shadow

as deep as my marrow.

Tightly pulling strings in the present state of things.

The teased and the tease,
whose cheek the teacher would squeeze.
A seeker duly learns

kowledge is its own reward.

To doubts what was
lets you renew what is.
I remember dreams a ghost dreamt;

did this child really exist..

Worlds apart, we are close as kin.

The ebb comes and goes,

soul afloat in the flow.

While my Mood sharply swings

Death and the dream
Seems I still fleet in between
Up and down this stream I float
I breath between extremes

location
a: a wretched place
b: would be euphoric rush
chronic journeys back and forth
dust in wind that cannot set
I visit each but cannot stay
conceited thoughts whisper..

Am I
the chef of my portion
or a shell of channeled forces
A player with such power
or at the mercy of my cards

I am
Innocence distorted
The sum of much endured
The receiver of much blessings squandered of my own accord

And so I tell myself must take the rough with a smile
with caution accept the smooth
because taste can deceive
the situation cloaked sweet
turned peak in a flash
quick as a blink
sugar to shit.

But embedded in that heap
concealed seeds
from the shit hope grows
tomorrows sweet rose