Winter

The Innner Circle you do come again. You come again, with a Man whpo wates at the bottom of the StairsYou are so Cold but warm The breath is crisp I can smell you of Hard work, who points the Way but you look strange your arm is gives me a Sign I disappear un der the ice but one day your warmth is felt as you let go yout hair is blonde but strangely Beauatiful but I see sentiment in your eys and your srange Beauty, to women have poer and shock you can scream and give a un-understandable Crie but she Loves you all the same, to a man yoy are no strange you give a Kisss and he can Drink in Peace.


Spring

Theres nothing worse then going after a Women for Lust.
There nothing worse than Turning down a women for Good Reasons
Only a Dream can start off nicely than turn into a Nightmare, you wake up strong but you in no mood to fight Good does come from good, but Good is like water perchance fine Wine, did I forsake that Love, only to have a life of Regret I lay in the Dark I look up wodering about LIfe or Death My God Looks at Your God I test your God, I have my Happy Things, but do they Fade, do I walk with my my Unhappiness bubecause I would not want to, to be happy Like them, I have many Options, but the bitter one is sweeter, I am still alive Tomorrow is another day, I cannot live being alone trying to be something I am not strong, in, I have to relive them people again, but when I see them I want to do the circle again, I can always be happy, at Least I have experinced somethign that is somethign new I dont maske it my Life, I am Blessed enough because of Good things to others that is Spring

Summer

Closed in After the Dark it is Quiet I hear the Bird and get Ready

I lay with you, you know my Vows my inner smile, your face is like like white I walk into a place of silence I see many things I want to go there, there is just place where my inner soul of you know well, no outer law and order can ever see,
I see the silence it is the same place as before,a place of doing, but it soft, I turn back and go into you draw me in,
writing is like water, that carries me in, I am floating sometimes I am scared but your sounds is greater than any, can I keep to you, or do I just dream, no I am there in life you are like horn, your noise I wish was always there, great things are found, you are a deathly silence, I can never speak ofThis other place is warm the eyes draw back, I wish I could be there, but it is place where thewhat that sound makes, , you can sit me down, there is your gaze to many seems like a danger, but as they silent, your slience is louder, one great wind blows east, yours is from a place the soothes me I could stan and ponder you, but I choose to sit and my senses are cold,many people chose to run live another day hope the sun falls mercy, I choose to sit in your cold. you are a place that does not sit well with the noises of life for now, more you shape the future.
Being a truthful - good person is impossible, for, we flutter, we take on the mighteth of the world with love, a toast to thosewho live in silence of a never spoken word, for they will Cut like a knife,

Autumn
Iam rested I see the sun shine and get Blown away I always look for Hope, The silence Colder than a a Death, but you are fond, fond of me,eeven the Cicle finds the inner pattern that makes up my Clothe, There is a Death but is Humour, , a Deep Humour until Until the Hug and Sleep, A Candle that has served you well and kept the Dark at bay I have many thoughts and the whirl and I am not Naked, My age has seved me well knowing that it has just began Like A Picture That the faces of Dark ponder and you see pityin her eyes, But Love is there, , I can fight all the sins of the world but not hers She is off her time and mine as she is Life and Beauty and without question, ,