fading a single point keeps on showing a space-less sky scratch, it’s clearing flowering. Mind’s eye ripe on a man-made tree blind to the board play, play on play on without me play, play at fading flower to a single point in the sky.
An unguarded joy washes over me as I recognize my Self in you I can no longer contain the love that I have, that I am, that I so deeply wish to share with you In that, I have but one desire, for you to recognize your Self in me too
You have found me i am here inside these glowing pixels come with me beyond the mystery for just a moment now move closer to the center feel the power of life transcending space and time an infinite connection lives forever deep inside your mind the essence of our being does not fade or die it knows the truth and does not lie all this i can tell for i have seen the light i want you to know the spark of truth is burning bright!
Same sticks same stones same feathers All had to tread through the lands and the weather Shedding blood, wept tears struggled or thrive through the years been the victim hero villain Sacrifice we were willing We gave up We gave in Spoke to win Spoke to sin Breathe in love Breathe with kin Now in rhythm with the wind Spared no one Shown mercy Blessed the verses That I’m cursing Silent as the moment seems to worsen Screaming in the darkness while no one listens Sun shines and the heart likes to glisten Speak out and empower the voice of the children Shine and fade the same as a fire does in a firmament Last forever and endure the way change embodies permanence Cancel out Amplify Counter, redirect and guide Discern and live within the wise
My Self is rooted in a larger city than mine. My Self is rooted in male comradery. My Self falls into a group. The group isn't universal for all my traits though. Thus comradery isn't a universal attribute in this sense. However, if I feel I need comradery, and I'm not in familiar surroundings, I can shift to a reality of the oneness of humanity, where all share the same home.
I am the power of literacy, The power of the written word, The power of the tongue. I am not the color of my skin, but the content of my mind.
I prefer silence to news. I prefer to vote for the party of lesser evil than write-ins. I prefer religion to politics. I prefer oneness to distinction. I prefer coffee to alcohol. I prefer cigarettes to refer. I prefer nutmeg to LSD. If I could give all these up except one, I would prefer oneness.