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Our World                        
          Is our delicate time and space;
          it drains us, yet sews
          all its wisdom in lieu.
          As an honorable thief,
          does it give and it take;
          yet, the World, it refuses
          to learn or give due.

          The World dons scarves
          as dark as the night
          as to peddle its eye
          round a vanity, fair.
          These beautiful veils
          of deceptive insight
          do shamelessly shade
          the reality there.

          And, so, the World speaks
          a fallacious demise,
          and helpless are we
          but to learn for a season.
          So, painfully teething,
          oft made is the choice
          that's ironically borne
          by the curse of it's
                              R E A S O N .

Our Life                        
          it is fickle, and its hurdles, astute,
          are hidden from sight,
          lest we brace for an err.
          Erectors of kingdoms
          and heroes of lore
          have knelt in submission,
          though truly, they bear

          as successors of wisdom;
          and, hashing the mind
          will lessen their fears
          and their Love beatify.
          For, whereas our Love
          will instill in us purpose,
          this World, of its greed
          shall indemnify.

          Blind to this study
          are those who are jaded
          by a constant
          societal scrutiny—
          what spawns of a whisper,
          one so oft mistakes
          as factual precept
          or a mystery.

          And, as nature's allowed,
          through the pain of what's seen,
          born of this mindset's
          a fear that
                              M I S L E A D S .

Our Fear                        
          can be weakness or a tool to enlight,
          and those of the weakness
          shall suffer the blitz;
          the absolute's waning
          shall surely bevex
          such disdaining and hopeless
          a reckless dismiss.

          Misplacing this fear
          makes a host most deranged
          and the doorway to
          failure falls wide.
          The fear of critique,
          and of silence and death,
          all are but wrought
          of the fear of one's life.

          For lesser is known,
          such siring mistrust,
          though, all but uncommon, herein.
          And, those who fear
          are as ignorant sheep,
          but those who do not
          fall astray to the spin.

          Yet, let ignorance be noble;
          for denying Love's endeavor
          be ****** as boiling waters
                              F O R E V E R .

Our People                        
          fall short of the brilliance of babes
          to pursue a suggestion—
          a swindling so grand.
          So, of what mystic gall,
          so bold to demand,
          has the World to serve
          as the Heart of man?

          The wise do not place
          fear in death or the World;
          they take solace in faith
          and fear not this affair.
          Their fear has been placed
          in the face of greatness,
          relieving an ignorant
          soul of despair.

          For only in death
          is there absence of question,
          and far beyond crossing
          will peace enrobe the wise.
          So, sharpen your motive
          and look to the skies;
          for alongside the answer,
          therein, lies the
                              *R E P R I S E !