The Circle Was A Learning Curve Poem by Rob Francis Parsons

A pin pricked sky
full of wonder and dark dye
The open peep hole moon is full
looking in and down
he sees all the way round

Light touches with great detail
the frantic timely movements
of the wild white horses
hearded forcefuly onto the rocks
This cliff is to high
denide and onto the rocks
with soothing sounds of failure
again and again they try

Insted of a fighting struggle
I relax
finding myself
a stream pushed around the cliff
in a great curve
round, round I went
I thought
but find myself here

These woods are dense
unknown shadows
full of life and sound
seductive peace, energy
they always stand their ground

A serpent snake slivers slowly
kissess the air
Oh great snake
so care free
so cool and cleverly cunning
an air of danger about you
to some an angel in demons skin

Missjudged, always respected
always condemed
those who missunderstand keep distance
take interest
always kept by their own minds
Perception is choice
perception is strength
when percived as we wish to be known
Thank you
sliver slowly on

The wood becomes dark and darker still
Cupid, sitting on his back bone
slummped, he askes
Is love reall?
Ive never heared an expretion, I love you
I could not tell you

Match making cant be love
it isn't sircumstance
girls tests and games
Love is freedom
Love is great
Love is content
Love can be painfull
Deverstating or devine
a Learning curve
rough and smooth
Love holds everything
Sitting straight and calm
Thankyou

I will take this, now you know this
let there be hope
let there be inspiration
let there be positive progress
this is possible
there is somthing you can not forget
but can forgive
there is somthing you can not resolve
but can accept
there is somthing you can not escape
but do not suffer from
focus on what is feasable
embrass what is worth while
and likely to stand the test of time

As for the rest
what does it matter?
dont be influenced
be inspired
The woods show me many trails and routs
Thank you