In the dimensions of your mind
Passions depth unfathomable as the raging seas
Love never ending across the vast universe and time?

What is it you seek?
In the obscurity of your dreams
A utopian false existence,
An unrealistic thirsting need?

What is it that you seek?
Perhaps blood payment,
For the plunge of the knife.
The continuous chaos,
Of an involuntary imposed life.
What is it that you seek?

Wealth and diamonds beyond all the tell.
Rings of red rubies as in the stories of forever and always,
Crowns of scrolled silver and bangles of yellow gold.
As the heart blindly searches for the answer,
What is it that you seek?

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Let us be like the oceans that travel the world;
Borderless like the sea,
Vast in knowledge and mystery,
Through the waves that crash towards one another.

Let us be azure, gleaming with the light
In the sky, where Mother envelops us
The Earth our bed,
Amidst the stars we shine.

Crept in sinister and foreboding
Announcing their warnings in silent contrails of clotted red
Though the signs were not heeded
The impending extinction civilization was to face
From this reality humans turned their eyes away

The war was soon in coming
The blood parasites set their war machines humming
Singing songs of death and gold coins
Rubbing their hands with mad glee
As death profiteers cackled and rejoiced
Veiled widows sobbed quietly resigned and forlorn

Black strangling stench of rotting bodies and lies
The look of defeat in helpless glazed eyes
Tears running down accepting streaked faces
The sounds of fading souls and lost dreams
The screams of the dying lessened and eventually ceased

When Crimson skies in the morning
Crept in sinister and foreboding



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In the Land of Dreams
Where no desolation reigns
The heart is light and gay
Absent the misery of loves pain

The soul is unburdened and free
To tip toe giddily among the stars
Or plunge wildly into green salty seas

In the land of dreams
There is no echo
Of suffering human cries
The spirit is cleansed forever of its grief
Death’s hand close no eyes
In the land of dreams


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