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Ink bleeds and sets in,
but the paper can be burned by a candle lit fire

To hold treasure in boxes and bones in gold crates
Last long enough to melt or decay in another's hands

One tries to surface Soul by telling the tale on flesh
And yet it too can be burned, scarred, eliminated

My pen writes beautifully, and organic onto my paper sponge
The ink bleeds like a river streaming vowels and consonants  into a chest of  melting, transmuting,
pure gold made by process in Soul and journey

There is no limit to adventure or bounds on idea
We only need to know we're alive to know the rest

I will fly when I need to and so will you
Pain is a wake up call

Deserving an immortal impression on Earth is asking to be the stones, the rivers, all life within the cycle
After learning how it is to live as all and move as one, then your mark shall be made

During this time, in the middle of it all, our words must continue to grow inside and push out infections
Which deter progression in truth, life, love, justice and happiness in the home of freedom.

If ever we are without paper and without flesh to bear our words, we must know there's another like a manuscript.

I will mark my words first and foremost in my heart so that they will never die

For Spirit never dies
**Faded Fate**
I know this place well
It is where I dwell
At times it can be forgotten
Ergo it is my shell

Reverberation fabricates strings and lines that demonstrate
Echos driven back to source with insanity to placate

Lessons are never learned within such solitude
Until a rupture occurs defeating meaningless platitudes

Fundamental discretion against complacent and ill-comforts
Do not take away visibility from the truth that sometimes hurts

Cracks emerge, illumination transcending
A surge, then an urge to crush this shell circumventing

I know this place well
It is where I dwell
In time I do remember
Ergo I leave my shell
**FadedFate**
Can you see the leaves are falling?
Just before a cloud of snow
Can you hear the children calling?
Wipe the dust of growing old

Let me show you what's on the mind
Grab a hold because you're in for a ride
Don't lose control
Because the body will just roll on down, to the sound
Earn is to learn
You got to learn before the burn alright, dance tonight

Whirlwind decide to make a mess of all the stars again
Direction changing
Who knows the truth of where we are?
Here's to hoping that the ground doesn't come up from underneath of me
These thoughts develop steps to harmony
Shift within the cycles
So we finally belong
**FadedFate**
Countless* dreams, vary in scenes, a fine, silver-line between *memory and fantasy
Each moment manifests a different plain to rest the tail of an incomparable, natural power that distresses
Many of importance and significance to the objective and subjective mind placed within it's relevance
To the universe, death and birth, comparitive worth, is a waste in each turn of the earth
So unbound by the sounds of distracting crowns of falsely owned ground
A leap is made with no dismay, with a reassurance in the smile that everything is ok
**FadedFate**
The Story** begins with silence and black out, a void. Not darkness. Nor anything that attempts to define nothingness, because it’s nothing. The blackness or void is only a metaphor representing nothing. Within this point, so close to simultaneous you’d think they were one in the same, a light emerges, emanating divine, pure energy and love.  Its intelligence and complexity expands and fills what was once nothing with beauty and truth. At this moment, all is whole, fast as thought, strong beyond comprehension, gentle as a whisper and furious beyond all flame. The wild spirit of happiness is real and alive! The void was never the enemy, only a point in which to be born. Duality can only exist if unification finds an enemy within itself. The enemy is reflected by the segregation and space created between divine and mortal. This space is developed by Ego.

   This entity “Ego” is the essence of self resistance, absorption, chaos, consciousness…hate. The inner antagonist rises and begins to cut and eliminate the threads attached to creation and spirit. A mirror that envelopes and contains the living spirit.  An orb caging vulnerable souls spread throughout the expansion of life and suffocating energetic flow.  The universe and it’s creatures that lost connection being virtually incapable of seeing one another ever again while the enemy exists.

   The instigation is tolerated by those who always continue the journey. The emasculation of Ego, commences as the divine resonates it’s vibration as a weapon like a solar flare, piercing the Ego. Then the inner spirit begins to open up and claw its way out. The Spirit sees that vanity is leading the despair of self pity into the heart as it remains a vessel dwelling in a false world channeling a false force. This awareness makes The Spirit lifts up, against and out of a matrix constructed within the crystal ball cage that refracts the true sun’s rays. Together, The Spirit and The Divine begin to crush Ego. Ego begins to flatten, compress and then combust. Through the flames the chord of love between The Divine and The Spirit bursts like a shooting star towards the kinship’s re-established nexus. The collision creates what was pure and full in circulation again and the expansion becomes an infinite motion harmonizing with the void in an adventure that goes on forever. When Ego tries to slither back in after a nearly insurmountable time of hiding between the gaps that contains new life, it is given no room by anything in thought, theory, in any form of existence.
(This is only the beginning of an unfinished piece of work) **FadedFate**
All our time
Is it worth?...

Being spent on running away

As they say
Through the years...

That's just how it goes

I don't think
I want in...

If I'm losing anything that's part of me

For a cause,
causes loss...

If you have to win it with fear

You can't be honest with yourself
If all the trust is gone
You could be lying to someone else
And still you carry on
But surely life has a funny kind of way
To bare the truth and set you free
I won't be covered in chains anymore
For my **life has just begun
**FadedFate**
Sometimes it's not your battle
Though you feel it's your fight
Corruption in the field
discerning what's not right

Can't connect the anger
to fist and flesh for best
behaving as a gentlemen
I can attest

Though ferocity runs strong
In the veins of this beast
When loved ones face demons
They must fight hard at the least

Stepping in would only shatter
The growth from the scars
So I tend to the mending
so they still believe in stars

Speaking what's already known
Reflecting their heart for clarity
In times they need it for hope
When all feels like catastrophe

Diminish my own evils and tempters at the door
So my loved ones know if one can do it, they can too and more
Breathe in and steady your blade
My love endure, you'll gain
Each step against your enemies
Your will I will sustain
**FadedFate**
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