Neither love 
nor madness 
has logic 
they both 
are lost
left wandering 
the highlands 
like sheep 
or elk
frequently sought 
occasionally spotted 
rarely bagged 

If this
is peace 
then I 
know why
so many 
people want 
to get 
into Heaven 

If I 
ever again 
let someone 
else in
he will 
likely know 
where everything 
is for 
he will 
most certainly 
be me

To know where
everything is or
where it can
be found causes
order to life
order is the 
expression that one 
has accepted the 
stones of one’s 
path on the 
journey of walking 
one’s soul through 
one’s own life 

Finishing my little things 
my big things too
I rest coffee and 
dreams in hand I
listen to my happiness 
an absence from and
absence to the worries 
of the entire world 
laying here sometimes sitting 
it really does seem 
that everything else goes 
about their wishes but 
me having let go 
of all of mine 
I have found this