Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.07.22

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.07.22
Join Mad Swirl this 1st Wednesday of December (aka 12.07.22) when we'll once again be doin' the open mic voodoo that we do do at our OC home, BARBARA'S PAVILLION and from our Mad Zoom Room (broadcasted via FB Live)! Starting at 7:30pm, join host MH Clay & guest host Desmene Statum as we will kick[read more]

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I will never be the same again

I am the river,
I am the rain!
Visible cloud my life
I will never be
The same again.

Was a child,
Not anymore.
Deep you are
Deeper you want to go.
It is the process,
Anywhere you see.
Struggle a life!
What do you want to be?

Wanted to be like:
The lake stagnant
Not static, an inconstant flux.
Neither can stop the cycle
Nor any trick to Dam.
Ever fickle is a human!

Change is what?
A phenomenon you see.
In order to exist and to be,
Meandering I flow
Stage to stage passing.
And surrender,
To the ocean finally.
The source!
The eternity!

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