As I turn my minds eye inside itself
the light in my heart cries for help
and I am called to write it down

The slow dance in the fast track left me looking back
in wonder
where did the time go?

Time became a metaphor for flowers blooming while the garden grows
in the candy-filled imaginations of hearts yearning to sit still
in silence

The love we found became the love we lost
and then found again because our paths, they crossed
like burning candles in burning saddles
we ride the curtails of our Fathers land, given to us by our Mother
exploring the explored praying we uncover new roads
for those who have known
the other

The illusions within the illusions
became the conversations within the relations
and duality of life, showed itself without remorse but
Salvation

The Saviors name became bridled with pain
when ego took hold and sin was to blame
but nothings to blame when we call it a game
just the 'exactly whats supposed to be'
for the experience of Spirit within you and me

We are creating our reality
because Spirit has answered the prayers of our dreams
allowing us all, to finally be free,
from the mental trap of fallacies
from the ****** hold they have on WE
because they don't allow us to actually SEE
teaching us ignorance,
and calling it need

I refuse to accept
that the wounded will bleed
when our bodies heal,
magically

I refuse to accept
anything less than perfect
in anyone I meet

YOU ARE PERFECTLY WHO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

I wish we could all just take a moment to breathe...
forget the subconsciously influenced negative chatter,
break free of the images they force down our throats
and scream with new faith of new found hope

WE ARE ALL FREE,
life, death, reincarnated steps
walking the paths,
of the joy that they kept
through the tears that they wept
unknowingly

WAKE UP,
   DAY DREAMERS,
The alarms gone off,
and we've overslept

Diving deep in to the ocean of new I found the story of my Creation
And how it was infinitely, You
I found the dreams that turned to screens and the mistakes that held My fate,
and found the meaning of intention and what it means to Create
I found myself,
In every version of you I have ever seen come to,
I found Truth
And the desire to know the fire inside of the wires kept me fueld for The trip that I didn't know I was on
How beautifully unique is that soulful song

When devistation turns to manifestation of a better tomorrow
Who are we to question the path we've been brought on

The weight of the world isn't too much for the sun, but the sun does Not work alone
With the Moon and the stars and Jupiter and Mars,
It is a collaborative effort

To keep us alive

To keep us in the gravitational field that is our lives,
The planets alignment is the blueprint in our eyes,
What we were born with at the perfect time,
To see this day

All of those who came before us worked faithfully to remind
Everyone
How far we truly have come

Our bodies are our Unidentified Flying Objects that keep us clouded in The confusion and until we all wake up and realize,
Its US,
We are stuck

Stuck in a beautiful time in a magical place,
Not able to see its wonder.
Crying out to the Angels in the clouds,
When they are starring at you.
Praying for salvation,
When it has already found you.

Find Your Truth.
Find YOU.
Because I am you, and you are me, and WE, are one atom.
One organism
Breathing the cosmic breath of Earth
Dancing on the ground of our ancestors who we can not see in this Vibration,
But we are dancing with them
And they are smiling through the tears and sending light through your Fears,
Because they know it is eternal

If you have been looking for the Elixr that could keep you here forever,
You have found it.
Within
The flowers of today become the seeds of tomorrow,
And the Angels will bring you water,
If you believe they can

Open your mind,
Breathe into your heart,
Find peace in your presence.

We are here now,
And that is all we need.

Stuck inside my mind,
trying to find what it's worth.

I tore apart my heart,
just to see if it would hurt.

Analogies and metaphors never seem to help,
because the only one who doesn't understand them is myself.

I know you can SEE me, go ahead and take a look. I know that you can read me, I am an open book. That just so happens to get put back on the shelf. Never asked to get pushed, I don't need your help. I'm perfectly capable of destroying myself with my guns blazing and my lungs screaming. Ready to **** any demon that's facing me so I can, basically, make for me, a little place to be slightly above average. Everyone has baggage, but I have more than an airport and train station combined. That's why I'm make-shifting mine into something like music, that's obviously for you ears. If only you could hear half as well as you can SEE
No sweat. It's not like I expect to win this bet. But, I'm still playing my cards. Because once upon a time the moon and Mars along with the stars could have been ours. But scabs turn to scars after just a few bars. Depressed and broke I looked upstairs and spoke

"I have holes in my boxers and even more in my socks, sir. And this grey sky above is killing my sense of love. I'll put all my issues in these shoes, then on top of you. Just so I can prove the sky isn't blue, we've all been lied to."


Why do you keep running through my mind? Can we slow down and walk? Can we sit down and talk? Or are you, too, eager to become a believer?
"Maybe she's a deceiver come to steal away your leisure and keep it beneath her."

What if she's neither?

I prepared for the fight of my life. Until she held me and began to tell me...

"Tony, I'm more impressed by your tattoos than your battle wounds. Now lock away the sad in you, I came here just to rattle you and drag a smile out of you."

I replied "Hopes and tries with wide open eyes disguise the demise that hides behind the lies to the who's? The what's? The when, where's and why's."
But not the how's.
Those are in the clouds floating through your house, made of the cigarette smoke that falls out the love-hole you call a mouth. What the hell are these halls about? There's hardly any room for rooms. So it is safe to assume the broom can't go in the closet. That's my skeleton deposit, or whatever you call it.
Like I'm in a cage at a rave, I'm a rage-aholic. I love this book but find this page, appalling. I'm uncertain if I should turn it, or burn it. What if when I learn it I find the verdict disturbing?

Merely retreated, I have yet to be defeated. Maybe one day I will actually be able to slay the demons I keep at bay, like I do with all the ones that stand in my way. Face them, no fear. No one stands here, except me.

I am the ruler,
I am the king

I can outright out write any song you can sing. Pulling my pen out of my pocket, I'm unsheathing my sword because I've felt this feeling before.
Like your favorite guitar player reaching the cord that gets you every time like it snuck from behind.
I grabbed my book of rhymes and began to climb out my own grave, so I might be home late. Don't bother to wait up, I promise I'll save us.
Even though it burdens me like a thousand times of gravity,
there is not a place I'd rather be.
But, actually, I'm slightly sad to see that you're automatically having me ecstatically jumping out my seat. What this means, is my dreams are pushed out the slip stream and then it seems to have ripped seams like some chick's jeans.
I can't have that.
So how about you stand back? I'm going to need room to drop bombs...
BOOM
In this mind of mine that you can call a tomb, your face is barely seen like the moon at noon.
Your voice still haunt me, though I'll fix that soon.

Stuck inside my mind,
couldn't find what it's worth.

Tore apart my heart,
and it didn't even hurt.

Analogies and metaphors never seem to help,
because the only who doesn't understand them is myself.

Foundations were laid by hands that create the exploration of your Imagination when you choose to display your understanding of the Human Game
Either guided to expand or by your own hand it was all part of the bigger Plan which allowed the spaces of time to fill the cracks of your mind,
Progressing, regressing, following the Divine
Pattern of it all,
It's what we choose to involve,
Our Selves in

In the end it transforms the dusty cobwebs to ballroom floors and the hay bails to open arms, welcoming your Soul to take a seat, and relax in the strength of your Ancestors that rode so many miles before

To get you where you are, they rode through Conscious Expansion ******* with only FAITH that they would wake up on the other side with the same faces by their sides, in THIS reality

Forgiveness became key because it seems almost selfish to me to take the risk that could be, the end
Which they promise is the beginning
Which is a test of Faith, yet again
and again
and again
every time you blink, you think,
you are presented the opportunity
to change things

To BE a THOUGHT in the world that promotes
Positive Vibrations
Consciously

Keep faith that everything is working,  
The words that find me are the words that have found you,
Through it all, we walk together,
Through it all, we smile
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