The smells of frankincense and myrrh made holy the air... As white flames with smoke veiled the deity... The one priest with folded hands and bowed head... Offered his obeisance to the one he had always thought of as his own... his one Lord God!
Far away in an unknown land... Another man was counting the beads of his rosary... Singing hymns in praise of the One... His protector and nourisher... His one Almighty God!
Yet when night took over the day...And the two men prepared for slumber... The universal One sang the same cosmic lullaby: "My children under one roof...!"
We may belong to diverse nationalities and cultures... worship the One in various forms... And yet we stand United under one roof, under the equal eyes of that One universal intelligence! Thank you so much for reading this and for all your love and support! ❤❤
Pristine prisons, probably the prettiest you've ever seen from your 72-inch flatscreen; if walls could talk, I hear you'd be in a pretty tight spot but I'd rather not shoot my shot with your skeleton crew, because I've got a little angel, she just fell to earth too soon; her halo choked her in her mother's womb, so she knows pristine prisons, probably the prettiest you've ever seen windows painted lavender and walls bathed in evergreen; peach-round face & woodsmoke eyes, I want to comfort her with soft-spilled lies but she already knows the horrid truth, so I'll take her to a dim-lit roof and talk about the moon.
A girl cries out in the night A mother rushes to hold her in her arms. The older sister in the same room stays silent. She watches her mother coo the little baby to sleep She waits for her to leave before getting up once more. She looks out the window, the sky covered in smog. "I want to see the stars." She opened the window and climbed to the ledge. She was six years old. Sitting there and breathing, the little girl watched the smog for signs of the little white sparkles stuck in the sky. The baby started crying again. Her mother came to comfort her. She didn't notice the girl's empty bed Only the window. She shut it, locked it tight. The little girl wasn't scared. She brought herself standing and looked down below. "Bye Mom!" The window flew open too late.
This is for the hill I tried to learned to ride a bike on But instead learned to skate Where it evened out at the bottom But I always hit the brake too late. For the neighbor that let his dogs loose To come at me and give chase, You made me fear dogs as a kid, Learning to fear people in present day. For the tree I was too afraid climb After we moved from that place, They took it away Then changed the street name If nothing ever changed, nothing would change.
This is for the basement apartment Where I learned nothing gold could stay While I slept, the mold would grow Eating through the things I did know. Looking up from where I lay Knowing I'd be somewhere better someday. For my mother who gave solid ground, My sister who bought me surround sound So I turned that **** so loud That it shook the walls of the house Making my thoughts just drown Shouting the words while no one was around.
This is for the days where I felt real low, This is for the side I only show In the words of my thoughts Hoping someone saw, not feeling alone. For the days I work towards my dreams, Where inspiration screams from my pores And I'm sure of my future, Pouring from a pen. Listen I know my destiny, I give what's left of me To a passion so pure, this can't be imagination.