In the ever lasting moonlight of a thousand stars, one can never forgot just who we are.

Blinded by the timeless visions of suns yet to bloom, hidden by the certain darkness like the shadow of a moon.

Gone at the moment that are shattered by the sound, blasted by the movements of the voices that surround.

Take a care to notice all the aspects we despise, to step into the instant that we treasure like a prize.

Born to feed off negativity stream
Lost in never ending bigoted themes
Screaming how others are trapped in ego
Void of compassion for what others know
Weary of ideas not tied to monotheistic views
Fighting to keep a narrative set in wood pews
Yet prizes are kept in the eye of the beholder
Looming is the truth like a giant boulder
Held by falsehoods so feeble in design
Invisible to a world that is ignorantly sublime
Where does one look for a light that is unseen
When all that we know seems like a polluted dream
So pillars of truth are built by those with solid mind
Never turn down by those blinded by hatred for all time

Futuristic streams of destiny pulling portions of soul into one

Separated bloodlines undergoing transmutations within the sun

Bright coronal plumes change the nature of a living cell

Dipping in cosmic rivers of magical kinds, we cannot tell

Still forks of alterations keep a fated path ever divided

Left to those not third eye blind finding a way to fight it

Gripped by ultimate knowing trapped inside amnesic holds

Lost within the greatest cipher of every ancient story told

Drift into multiple realities after losing sight of the first

As trans-dimensional Beings usher in the brink of a new thirst

Love and oneness are the signposts on a well worn road

All have traveled before, repaying the universe what we owed

Always held so strictly by placid imitations of divine
Visual master sickly to those who remain ever blind

Feed by egotistical mischief meant to nourish only descent
Relishing in despair as though only true pain is the intent

Bruised are these fake shells that fester from the inside
Never realizing that a soul does not have to sold to die

Yet trapped inside it's own cage as a maker of self ruin
Far too lost in the feeling of sinking teeth into another undoing

So let us speak plainly now…together
Just this one forever, again
Abound is a metaphor long forgotten
Momentarily mystifying enchantments
Interlocking bittersweet ballet
Held merely with theories of strings
Spinning within missing seconds
Enveloped by contemplation chaos
Into webs of impossible daydreams
Tasteless are such words delivered
Lost on ears deaf to comprehension
Catapult genuineness until hubris fades
Holdfast to chivalry unto death of self
Carry the wisdom of those older
With the fear of those younger
Be true to more than anyone expects
No story is written, but continually forged