The thunder , fell upon clouds
The clouds ,started growling  aloud
The shadows falls,
As the sun was hidden
The trees were  stiffen.

The waves grew still, their rhythm destroyed,
An endless echo, a vast, dark void.
The way peace mused,
It Made him annoyed.

He was a pirate ,
in the clouds
He sailed,
Born with a sword,
and chaos
Embraced.

He was a fighter for peace,
He fought,
But never saw it front....
He sailed distant clouds
But never was stunned ,
He was annoyed with peace .
He longed to soar through waves
And clouds to pierce
And  the pirate who gave him fight
So fierce.

The sword which he lived by,
The blood that it missed by
If it is not peace , he thought
Then what is it for which
He fought.

He was confused to sail
Backed no wind ,
To row they fail.
He saw the sun settling
With sorrow ,
As he hoped for another
Day from God to borrow.

At distant in his heart
A never ending beat....
Dry throat ,
numb eyes,
Sweat a drop ,No summer & heat
Smiling with lips
As he uttered
" Is it a pirate's defeat"!?

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read the indigo alchemical how who knew,

the light we live in determines limits live-evil

chiral viral virtual truth, gut growl inspired,

listen, this is it, this is the first time any one,

maintained make believe money… any weform

plural I point of view, privileged religiously of old.

Royal charters and patents and permits and such,

you know.
Life' business attaining Optimum Prime Definite

Chief Aim, aha, wise, knowing never was wrong.

Any child's angel knows,
if listened to, late
in life

after accepting the winning's done, We accept
the prophet's reward for the cup of cold water,

and nod
slight smile

life's business is useful beauty, keep that
in mind
as we attach we form
adhesive, single carbon
bond attacking indigo light
the sweaty trapped infrared,
calmed in the shade
where cool ideas occur
green leaves eat infrareds,
being calming consciousnesses
subconscious money fighting rights
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Had I never wept
for Gunga Din, had I
never been gut shot
with a ***, no shot,
from a 20 guage 10 feet away,
- eh, whose, experience the same

whose breath was never lost
in the fall that marks the know how
it feels
to have breath knocked out
by force
of gravity and velocity,
out ah

limits, and breath is back,
gasp,
on screen, gnoshit, feels so

real,
from Saturn,
in our right mind, seeing
now, go look we have seeing
windows in our hands seeing through
from Earth 2025

this is as useful as a fool can be,
being as times being's being wasted
making up reasons to believe the shuffle,
random acts
of kindness sowed mindfully,
as seed some of us lived to sow, no mas
true make believe,
once truly used
to form a we
of believers convinced
the joy in weform alone is enough

imagine the waves, at the bottom of the air,
down here with other breathers thinking,
in the space of a breath or two, we all breathe,

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

this one planet reflecting enough light
we all can see, Earth from Saturn's outer rings

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

so bright, our only ever mortal home, we see

all this time invested in worry,
worry for nothing, read for free, live for today,
think kindly,

no whining, if you read this far, you
got electricity, okeh, and time to read with it,

like participate in the message, translate the idea

think it
may be not
wasted used
to account, count, matter, real
redeemed mystery lure may being
realizable wealth
of mind space droned empty,
huge echoing rooms minding reasons science
makes true

at tense
attention practice
stuck true gluon level how

in hell did that work

-proves this ai snot hell, sniff
it's winter and they had a war.
Things are confusing reality again
without all the energy
in reality giving
a bit,
a tip
to the shiner
for the TOE shine, the reflective Pacific
as seen
from dark Florence nights
in Da Vinci's days, Medici Machiavelli days,
roots set to love the power, what it does,
when all the bubble you breathe, indeed

contains all the ideas becoming agents
acting in Jesus name, becoming spirits
in truth
sighs, gasps, unvoiced inhalation, we

ready readers writing inhabitable weforms,
gut level Bavarian Greek yoghurt symbionts,

Phi-delitus, spoken allowed, alert, the precepts,
nine, was it, Templar page preparers, hide scrapers

listen, learn, recite what was said to whom,
as this deal was being made, who said wanna bet?

Better, yet
who went all in?

quests for power under what precepts?
Those royal lines under thrones and arms?

Once we think we all once knew, then
til this very day we think these
agent seeds of truth,
making free,

loose
us

breathe and think and breathe and think
and realize the instance,
in life around me,

out
of my mind, examining a taken life, given,
accepted, grace, taken, time,
to rest,
in truth,

I am alive, because we all live
after ever started/

a red rose in a field
red as a freshly painted barn
I see it, alone in that cornfield
like a lighthouse, standing, by the crashing sea.
the bees buzz around its crown
and the butterflies dance by the stalk
Oh what a sublime scene!
as simple as settling dust.

It grows here on its own
stretching its own root, finding its own waters
not like the vines that twist around the trees
but instead, it is almost its own sun
and almost its own earth
and as unbound as the river
flowing, past its own banks.

what a beautiful flower
what a beautiful dusk
a red rose
and a field of corn.

Despite the night’s serenity,
calm is far from what I feel.
There is only a slight breeze
as the storm inside rages on.

A year has passed since it
happened. Beginning and
ending all in one fell swoop.
Even now I don’t know the…  

Truth is a feeling, an under-
standing that seeps into your
being, that brings peace.
Or so I thought.

This truth only brings a storm,
a hurricane whipping around
my mind as I want to scream.
Truth does not always bring
peace. Sometimes it brings pain.

Did I ever hide? The fact remains
The gold here is bought by blood.
Cherries drawn in the same carmine stains
And nothing they all say is good.

I will take my part of the beetroot:
I cried at the dawn of your cause.
You saw it fit to pick up and uproot,
And we strike and dig in our claws.

I stay underground, you know? Not all:
Some claim that I am without grace -
United we stand, parted we fall,
We still share a name and a face.

Kindness was never able to ****,
And cruelty cannot buy love,
And so I stand on my windowsill
And wait from a sign from above.

We all are destined to lose something
In this crazy and needless war;
Love and compassion stay on the wing,
You can't stand my sight any more,

So I stood and asked your forgiveness,
For striking you, my dear sister,
Though I can't cure all of their illness:
Freedom lives when all have kissed her.

I walk the middle line,
Open to hearing both sides.
Things are rarely black and white,
That’s something you’ll find.
There’s always nuance,
Though people may deny,
Open your mind,
And realize,
That perhaps you aren’t always right.
So many petty fights,
For “rights”
Stirring up so much strife,
For what?
Why can’t we just live life?
I try,
To be open minded,
And walk the middle line.
Always scouring the desert for nuance,
And nuance I always find.