Once in a time when struggles existed,
when trials were many, and evil persisted,
there came a great fight, in the dark of the night

and in destiny's eyes
the hero did rise!

Surrounded with hope, and cloaked with the Spirit
he stood in the darkness and, lo, did not fear it;
With demons beguiling, and Lucifer smiling,

against his demise
the hero did rise!

With loss in his heart, and blows to his soul
the vicious assault was beyond his control.
Yet, strong did he stand, upheld by God's hand

and despite their vain tries
the hero did rise!

The king of all demons, in undaunted measures,
lusted to seal him as unto his pleasures.
But he was resisting, and also persisting

in fighting the lies;
as the hero did rise!

Too strong for the devil, he overcame death
and screamed through the darkness with fiery breath:
'You can not defeat me! Nor hope to retreat me!

Your eminence dies! '
....The hero did rise!

The hand of music...

Swift, sly

make the laugh,

force the cry,

reach into the deep.

Pass the poser,

for he is false.

The intelligent deceiver.

He

does not sing,
does not dance,
does not obey

The hand of music...

Dive into the depths.

Reality awaits.

She

holds

the tears,
the cheers,
the years...

A silent power

over him,

conducted by

the hand of music.

Awaken her by the touch...

Soft...

She will sing the love...

Singing it to him,

he will fall into her arms.

Hard...

She will dance the triumph...

A jubilant jive.

A wonderful waltz.

Teaching him grace.

Long...

She will cry the pain...

The real pain...

Passionately...

He will see her...

He will comfort her...

You control all...

You are powerful...

Teach him through her...

You are...

The hand of music.

Agency belongs to you

displayed in what you say and do

with strength of heart, and mind, and nerve

choose today whom you will serve:

Father of lies: death in disguise,

or

King of the right: Lord of the light

Weakness, might: Black or white

Shades of grey nowhere in sight!

The choice is plain, distinct, and clear.

The time to mark the path is here!

Linger not on hopes and fears,

but let commitment garnish years!

With what power dare you seize

your duty's work, your very name?

Work with heart, work on your knees

or else you will remain the same.

I sit on the sands on the breath of the night

amidst the sea birds that are scattered in flight

and what to behold, to my eye's delight,

but a beauty of nature in the twilight.

While the scorn of the world has torn it apart,

the voice of the ocean speaks to my heart.

It moves me, it fills me, to softly impart

that natural peace is a soothing art.

Deep on the scene, where the earth meets the sky,

shines the gold iris of the earth's closing eye.

As, breathless, I gaze: The moment is nigh

that the light will be low, and my spirit be high!

Gone is the day now, behind the blue sea

but with me is marvel of what came to be!

This day has, forever, inspired in me

serenity, peace, and a soul that is free!

Wond'ring where my dreams had gone

I traveled lonely on my way.

Turning neither High or low,

Stopping stop-Going go...

I came to know the bitterness!

Aspirations, venerations

no more linger here...

Flee from me, my destiny

and tarry in defeat...

Knowing not my place in time

I thought in oft 'I will endure...'

Searching purpose here to know,

stopping stop, and going go,

I found myself to wandering...

Aspirations! Venerations!

Enter in my sphere!

Yet, still to flee-my destiny-

does tarry in defeat...

Then, something small I start to feel.

I feel it strong, and then I hear-

From a heart that is not mine,

Heart to heart, and line for line...

'In your 'nothing, ' You are Something! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

O, How sweet and clear!

Stay with me, O, destiny,

and nevermore defeat!

As I traveled on my way

I found my destiny:

Sharing this with humankind

Heart to heart, and line for line:

'He who seeks will surely find! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

No more flee away!

Linger near, and revere

The conq'ring of defeat! .

Tick, Tock

Beat, Beat, Beat

The pump begins to churn.

What marvel through the eyes
of the delicate conceiver:

The countdown has begun!

The teeny tick, The tiny tock
of prematurity

Beat, Beat, Beat, Beat

Through time of persistence.

Tick the Tock. The painful clock
of merely adaptation

Becomes the Sun, the centered one
of insubordination.

Beating still, the pump of gold
which marvels eyes of all,

the sight is clear, it knows within

it notices the count.

Dwindling, It's time will fade,
with every single beat.

Time shall cease, eventually
and black will smother gold.

Tick along, Tock the song,
which resonates the beat

Attracting all the shine
which polishes the gold

Beating, Beating, Beating young

when numbers tell the count is old.

84, 94, the count is nearly done.

But have no fear, my golden son,

Your song has just begun!

While through my life I'm numbers counting

of every qualm that I'm surmounting,

'twill serve me well to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding.

A binding strength of faith-in-motion;

A binding source of pure devotion:

'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...

And we will conquer mortal fear! '

Living life with eager haste

Trying moments not to waste

I reflect in calm reminding,

'I've partaken of the binding!

A binding of my heart to hers;

A binding love that passion stirs...

With you, my dear, I'll live to see

what God has planned for you and me! '

While in the pains of living death

if gasping for a hopeful breath

it gives me life to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding!

A binding purpose for my trying!

A binding force to silence crying!

'With you, my love, I'll make it home...

And nevermore will anguish roam! '