My victory march
*  thump, thump
To my heart's song
  thump, thump
To feel again
  thump, thump
And for the first
  thump, thump
That love prevails
  thump, thump
Of my silent dream
  thump, thump
Tis not a waste
  thump, thump
To feel this way
  thump, thump

Never mistake (I)gnorance as a form of character.      It is a beast in of itself.
It is a creature that takes a hold of you - like a quiet chill.     It is elusive.
It is cruel. It is heartless, and it holds no boundaries.

It seeks truth, longevity, and innocence with a direct sense of purpose to destroy.
For those who bow down to its awesome power, a soulless existence awaits.    But,   for those who stand on to fight, a life of indescribable peace will fill every dark cavern of thier souls.

And with that type of enlightenment, how could you not be better? How could you not be happy?

Love in a single mass is like no other.

It has no Earthly *******.
Its freedom is effortless, limitless.
Its thoughts are not jaded. Its intentions are pure.

In a whole it is perfect.

Love knows no hate.
Has no concept of time, anxiety, anguish or fear.
It is unstoppable.
It is complex.
It will never stay. It will never leave.

Its whole life's work expands across an unfathomable history.

Love in a single mass is Love.
There will never be a greater thing then that.

Dismal is my hearts content, to find in age the unfamiliar weight of uncertainty.

To rise with the day knowing much,
lack of dreaming,
has not changed.

And only do I pressume forth the notion of blissful ends,
will I see that wasted youth with wasted days are the thumping sounds of my regret.

I will experience ache in ALL forms, love in UNCOUNTABLE ways, and fury too GRAND for our atmosphere.
This I know to be certain.
I will TRY to understand my blindness - my cataracts of FEAR-ego driven assumptions - are but short form.
I will get my hands ***** and TRY      to mold what I will later become,

only to realize that you can't make sculptures with broken egg shells.

In my last moments - I hope - to lie in a perfectly sunken mattress only to be blessed with truth that my life was everything I hoped it would be.
You see     it is but our DREAMS that make life worth living.

Let us hope these wings can fly, for they are all that I have.
Let us be prey to the sky, and hope these wings be dashing.
Let me wish for one more second that stillness will be granted.
Battlement to battlement let man soar.