In wartime,
our music emerges

tsunami of thought
and consciousness  

our music sings
to the innocent rebellion

volcanic memories
of skin tanned sands
and gentle people
savvy
of community

I find you fascinating
an americanized
culture
who's idol
rejects them

Again again,
a younger feeling
thought to have outgrown

Again again,
the same beginning
I once had

Lost as ever,
with only lesser hope

finely tuned
frequencies
of vibrating
harmony

darkly tangles
of twisting emerald death  
into darkness and beyond
this endless maze

we found in fear,
there was no one to hold
our ability for connection
has faded away

I remember,
yes, I remember

I have survived
this babylon

of rasta colors
and a lonestar
stance
samurai mentality
and chaotic
thought
a seeker of wisdom
from trees and Christ
the practitioner of war
and meditation

We’re trained at
manifesting realities
and that can be
dangerous

learn to find the bright side,
and think of that

live it,
to the best of your imagination

Salvation is not in the world,
no conditions could
make it right

A magician can only go as far
as their imagination