I remember a time sincere
the bobs were out and a song would play, maybe by Sinclair
Our eyes were wide open, we could see clear

A time out of time when we were golden
hoping and folding our best until we were chosen
It was not money that charmed but genuine being which was the token
Many who wouldn't see and couldn't be their true identity felt broken

And then as at and of magic, the fake was spoken
many were left suffering and choking
Messages from the heart were the the only letters posted
Equal in being and of humanity conversations were potent and all were anointed

Soul was soul and not the image ego will have you know
Weavers so and so in solace did so sow and the renaissance of art was sworn
In deed and in might we proved to be forthright
but under tyranny and darkness we are forced to fight for rights
In a picture coloured with light and glamour, the sparks are inspected for brightness
and as such a defence is born for each one to defend their race
and in a fray for pace we erase the trace that signifies that we are of one face
But we are divided and chauvinism is the sad case
sad case as a box for holding sickening syrups of mission debase
Clustered and gathered in classrooms, we are made to debate
debate issues we all agree on so our fate becomes hate
and not an objective of soul relate

many will know you for your demeanour
some will know you for your humour
or lack of
some will know you for your friendliness
or lack of
others for your humility
or lack of
and others, for the most part, your personality
But very few, 'cherished if in view', will know you for your soul
Very few will know you for your heart
Very few will see and appreciate you as Divinity's work of art
The limited number will acknowledge your character
If you are blessed to meet these twin souls
embrace and do not let go
for many know the person as flashed by camera, few identify the purity so glamorous.

The person of the soul
not the image many are quick to steal and conceal beneath all things dark and useless and then use to deal
*the one thing they would try to eradicate but cannot: the sole of the soul, the center of the heart, the link to eternity.