whimsical patterns,
of vortex aura
colors in the river
of mystic reds,
follow this order,
of a thousand drums
like the iron
in a mountain
calling you
home

time flows by
as an intricate
trance,
we've found the rhythm
an ancient
dance

through the wormhole
of painted cities
and rock
of molten lava

We fly away
as simple dust
in an eternal
spell

crafted realities
in all different forms
we've danced through the times
and weathered the chapters

find this rhythm
some simple truth,
you've seen the end
and I am there

a connection beyond the temporal
some spiritual
remembrance
of the deafened
winds

you've called through the dark,
breaking of the dawn,
a connection
eternal,
you I join
in the midst of
ten thousand suns

expansion beyond measure
we've taken this plunge
and I've found the resolve
to remember you,
and bring you with,
as we
fly

follow in the footsteps
of all those remembered,
and see who had
the most
satisfying
life

was it sensual pleasure,
or boundless abundance
that gave the greatest
gifts

forgotten by many,
the answer withdrew

bring it back to the forefront
of the collective
unconscious

a dream arrived
to give the clearest
answer
for a question
barely even there

you feel something is missing?
well it's loneliness, my dear
your investments did not generate
or maintain,
your most important
connections

now you fade away,
into this solitary aura
where you're ripped apart
by an expanding
universe

The dream says, yes!
you must find hope,
in the hidden city,
there exists
a sacred connection,
though you must seek,
and seek hard

this connection still remains,
even for you,
one who ventured farthest
away from home

hurricane power within
written word,
a craft overseen by
most when
the word
was
the beginning

crafted into precision,
an exponential effect
upon the coding
of the very fabric
of the mind

neglected to see,
which supreme power
the humble verse
has

find a rhythm in communication,
and touch upon the puppet strings
of all reality

come into the depths,
and dive into the blackness
to discover the purest
light

uncover this magic,
at its purest form
dance in time
to the sacred
discovery

Fear is what makes it scary,
take fear away
and there is
no more scary

In a dream,
she returned
as a pleasantly
sad energy

amidst the deepest
reaches of mortality,
this essence refreshed
all that was forgotten

violet frequency
that wore a few
faces, though was
always the same

the opposite of degeneration
and universality
she demanded all of
the world,
and the world
I gave

Forsake her not,
and honor this first
and recurring
love

this is the source
of all life,

I want to be a poet,
that was the pinnacle
to find such mastery,
to where even the slightest
and shortest of words
can capture the utmost
of power

Shared with the world,
even beyond a
span
of time

Catch this melody,
a rotating glance
at all that you can
attract

right desire is what comes true,
and the false or unrighteous
will never pass

align with the highest forces,
to move reality
in the most proper of ways
correct your world,
and purify it
for your people

a time-trick trance
echoed throughout
the present,
these untold variables
that dictate,
your destiny