[sral]

"closing verse on a track called full circle." (2011)

forbidden law,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
and started carving beliefs,
written on city walls, sitting tall,
it revolves, around karma and grief,
cartas and creeds,
the apple didn't fall, it evolved as a part of the tree,
the cruel lies of the self-servient kid with the wolf cries,
burning bridges in full stride,
the wool from my eyes fuels fires,
'cause it beats the alternative of an earnest living,
and bullseyes the person giving the tickets to the mule ride,
observant wordsmith, turning into a wall fly,
...a cool surfaced person with an uncertain fault line,
Life's a spectator sport of the greatest sort,
and everybody has their day in court to take the torch,
i'ts vacant warmth,
and a hand that fate can force,
play the shorts like Beethoven's 4th,
or make great haste with a blatant retort,
it's not as if the span of death is lengthening circumference,
and since I can't invest equally in justice,
I manifest decency among us,
by deviating from the need to be redundant,
speaking with some substance, and using reasoning to uplift
Upstarts,
hard luck and trump cards,
cut scars,
awestruck in the doldrums,
solemn, in an uproar
opportunity doesn't always knock on the front door,
so I'm up with oddjobs, a tall cup of godtalk,
and a sudden urge to lunge forth,
anomalies, avant garde of what once was...

beat fades out, which is why ending seems abrupt.
just wrote it.