Value in Love thy seekers to whom find Value is Truth
A heart never bearing the weight it gives with focus
for devotion, diligence, drive, and a darling dedication to go forth an dare to dream to desire and discover detailed thoughts of the utmost majestic, Visions that Kings would wish for.

From the black space into a sky bright holy atmosphere.
the magnetic night bright shines from a moon lite mind were the fire inside was blue.
The door was black, The sky was white
The people were underground.
The land was blank, with Fine gray sands.
Our fire was life
The Rings of fusion
black barreled, chained cans.
A multitude of  souls flying, floating, flowing through the sky's river in reverse throughout the universe
gallantly to the other side.
The land was blank, the sky was white, the door was black and the people were underground.
And all life blinked back, we, the golden dust particles of space, sparkled like glitter in the eye of God.

We, O Yes we stuck together in a time
A time of our needy voices shattered not to brake, less we find our Bloom.
How we became one another, another one over one
Timeless time left as we Savants were Devoured.
We, Ancient and Misinterpreted  
Left not gone as in, has our voyage forgotten?
O saving grace of shining lights.

You Constantly position Guidance of Art
structured against a self embodied frame
Yet Time set's upon us so aimlessly breaching its uniformity Aside a long lost gem. His mind, too relevant throughout a fixture immaculately irrelevant, Gone with identical rhythmic violations
confining thy universal equation of all living life into a painting,
this particle of ye O lord. Doth me wise in finding a will to have endless appeal with thee. To find with utmost certainty
fixation on thee shall parallel the birth of a new age
with inside one who rules all of who is now what is his self.

Take me O Lord or can God save the king?

Could you not feel pain barring on ones soul, could you indecisively open a grain of sanity with the courage to Lead life to freedom through a journey that could nourish the senses of reality given to a marvelous occupation.. this is what that is... that in which would deliver the relentless tyrant in ones self a mad man among eyes,
i am among whom who.... could not bare to see you stop.

As this energy restart's over flown
isolating pain with Illustrations thus our convictions
our afflictions our endeavors united
Our love defined a declined selflessness exile,
Passions Achieved
yes , we are trace's of matter that no longer matter  
We write- the declaration, our orders 'to Design.
Painting Christ cries With what new tragic world order a view
a peaceful monk  chasing purity, forevermore a rising son with eyes
passion achieved
whom in which it is in thyself so curl with anger  
art thou thy future, thy nonage hidden aside deep waters ,Regressing Depression Defacing aggression with progressing a cure by pressing brush to canvas.
pushing a non existing perfection only for humanity a last
Passion achieved

He Bet on the alpha bet,
crashed out his presidents in alphabetical order
What a win of Doe
Cashed money with the feds, you know?
Who raced to fast but way to slow?
you bought what you thought he was,
moving from hearts shinny gold, An Open sky
With nothing to buy
but the wind.

Protect your soul, in this
this world with imagination, yes,  
Our history, our world is nothing but art, everything apart!
Creating till the day we die,
Feeling a passion to captivate the human eye,
with real eyes, we see meaning with time
A life measured with the space we take
With time we make, with time our fair fate. 
The art is only what art is,
A reflection of an inner forward projection
On the same ride
A mirror reflection.