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

What would it mean,
this inverse capacity
for finding the illogical,
a contemplation upon
an endless mystery

This life you find yourself in,
a planet,
a place you didn't choose

why perhaps this realm
of disintegration
presents such
complex struggle

to find peace,
to seek something
higher,
this insane desire
in a reality so fleeting

what a perplexing thought
this is,
to have tranquility
even amidst
the most violent
of worlds

solve this puzzle,
a prize to unlock
where meaninglessness
transforms into meaning
and pointlessness
becomes the point

The darkness comes around,
a seemingly endless cave
will come to light

persevere even
through the coldest
nights
and find what exists
at the other end
of it

Persist, even in the midst
of tremendous pressure,
when the end of the road
is out of sight

hang on, even when depleted,
and find that life's greatest
surprises arise
when you're just about
to
give up

It's ok to create,
even when the Devil
says you shouldn't

manifest and control,
take the reins
and visualize
your world
let feeling
guide you,
as an intuitive
wind

bring to life,
these seeds of
bliss
and let the sacred
emerge
from the
depths

find this guide,
the one who cares
and grants you
this amazing
gift,
to dream
to be free
and actualize
a life
enviable
by all