Gone away to jump through hoops set up by another collective mindsets' ideals.

The thing about a broken chain is in the missing links it attempts to steal.

So here we are all bound together in a gear motor with loose bearings,
and yet somewhere in the heated friction we find a new drive worth endearing.

I dress thou with my writes and heart.  
In days when you feel low.  
I dress thou in the morning light,
so you begin to know.

To know your precious and so fine.
To know you  move with grace.
Just open your heart to feel
and dance in human race.

Dance with trust ascend oh yes,
dance in harmony.
When thou move in your power,
you will feel oh so free.

Free to move inside your dreams.
Free to feel divine.
Thou are special and deserve.
You walk in sacred rhyme.


StarBG © 2017

More BEAST than Man.
The things you cry demon too, they are thee

The beast understand me.
Summon forth the beauty you fear.
Thou who would not dare, explore the unknown terrane .
These are the plains were Thine feel free.
Thou cant see who is more awake than thee.
Everybody and nobody

observe calming river as thee wafts down stream of the violent sea you call reality.
I don't truly comprehend this Humanity, but the
operation in my mind I hide from thee, for Thou is part of this
manufacture reality.

Though humanity may not receive me, I walk
with poise around the decaying ancestors under our feet.
The dirt that was once flesh and bone.
They cry insanity when they pass over there understanding.
Insanity? or different directionality.
There is more than this mention.
I must mention it all will pass.
Even the peaceful little thoughts you have moon gazing laying on the grass.
What will become of thine reality?

I do not try to make sense of this jumbled world
This moment I enjoy the awakening.
I am but a tribal being soured by your ways.
Bearing witness the darkness in many things.The darkness in
many things lights the spring.

Life can leave a bitter taste, but as taste buds change I savor these days. Enjoy   the luxury of the days warm embrace.  
Solace found with what you call demons
I find solace with the scavengers.
thou canst not understand these things now
I am more awake than you can see
Floating down this never ending sea.
lying here with the dogs, hugging my earth,oh how the earth know I love thee.

Reality is not always logical  
We were meant to be, yet I must meet you on another plain
Make thine way home through the cold night fog.
Listen to the words from that what you do not speak too.

Know to savor your honey when its warm.
I would watch as the locust swarm all the lights of life into pitch
I know Thee may Never know the reasoning behind my actions now.
For I must be more beast than man

In the midst of my wakening,
what is this quintessence of ash
that haunts my soul?

What is sanity,
which quivers not need before your eyes,
whether you do not exist in reality,
only fiction in my assonance.

What wonder is the reasoning of man,
how simple in splendour. The clarity
of wakefulness which I perceive to be
sanity is only the same clarity with
which I dream or breathe, only the same
clarity which madmen believe to be reality.

If deception and error are my clarity
then nothing is my reality, for all lie
to protect themselves from the nightmare of old,
His power not enough to protect your mind
from the evil inside of your bones, the fire inside
of your soul. Which likens to the hellfire I find
in the dampening nights of relentless cries;
the corruption of your mind is clarity - a
clarity in your twisted reality.

Upon thine eyes i see thee
There be breath in thou lungs
Blood flows in thou veins
A beat from within thy chest
Hath thee waited under the great oak?
For thy hath waited under stars at night
Doth thee reach out?
Echoing calls of thy name in the wind
Thy tears yearn for thou warmth
But alas the cold air kisses thyself
The darkness awakens thy senses
For thy hath felt thee when lonely tears do shed