Once upon a time
A life was lost in the midst of lies
Truths were not told as they should
And wars began
Pain turned into a mistress all were doomed with
Each home was slayed with loss
A life was stolen among the good
To be found again only an act of truth
Could unleash the power of all things good
For truth is the only key
Of peace, love and action
And only in times of war
Can truth be set as the winning prize
To set a drop of water
Into an ocean of flames
And drown the pain of death
With the sparks of hope
Hope for a brave soul
Aiming for peace
And hoping for a better tomorrow.
She held her hands open in surrender
Did not flinch as death ignited through her body
Like a velvet blanket it covered her
Draping its dark shadows upon her open hands

Once upon a time
A little girl died
Killed by the misshapes of the world she lived in
*Hope bloomed

Sometimes it seems as if in my dreams there were someone suffocating me.
like trying to stop me from taking flight
and reaching heights where I want to be.
I cant help but think......and think....annnnnd think
that, this is my dream
so must this be me??
i mean really who else could it be?
It manifests and person acting in a way that's material
...every single time it makes me feel inferior
When it wakes me up I stare through a broken mirror
and I say to myself
"You could have been a bit clearer"
I feel like in waking life
the same kind of thin happens
Like little reminders, things I should caption
I pay attention, you could call it a talent
Much to often I'm open and fiery with passion
so suddenly i snap when something misshapes
Is someone trying to trap me?
it won't happen
I'm a beast, I'm a dragon.
I open my wings and I soar to the clouds
there's no possible way you can get me to come down
the only thing that I fear here are Planes....
& becoming the dragon is my only escape.

The system's not designed for you or me
it's made for those we'd like to be,
Oh yes!
I said it, the system read it and
I move one step up the ladder.

I can't stand it
it's too much like a
one armed bandit,
you think you'll win
and so pop in
another example of
what you're made from,
the wheels spin and
spit your answer out
wrong,

Try again.

2021
that can't go wrong
can it?

The hand I hold belongs
to a voice that says,
I told you,
Try again.

When old age takes you, years hence, moves, misshapes and betwixt you into mortal parts,
Where once lost memories and thoughts, take centre stage and regret, like famished rodents, gnaw upon your withered heart.
The bodied cage, worn out, divided over many leagues and years,
Time is shorter than a happy smile, so do not waste it with your tears.
  
The mind is frail, yet time and exit frailer still,
Condemned to lonely wonder on that high precipice of early dawn and sky lark shrill.
Regrets prove plenty, akin to timeless grains of sand,
left strewn across the salty shore, which cause abrasive sores both in spirit and in humble man.

The mind again, yes that oldest tempest foe,
Who tries to cheat you of your common wits.
The blind man sees which way to go,
The liars tongue is made of gold, the wise man thinks but never sits.

You search, yet fumble all the same, time and anguished time again, through nameless worn out keys,
To invisible shackles, which are as boundless as the raging seas.
Those spellbound, never ending fetters, ***** and chains,
Like endless seasons dance upon, and tread beneath untrodden moss of natures rains.

You MUST! Leave at once, and elevate your tired being, BEYOND! The confines of our fragile mind,
Free yourself, unbind regrets, mistakes and worries, and leave old burdens far behind.
Or else risk damnation and eternal loss, the final mystery unravelled,
Abandon all you seek of yesterday, and set upon that road less travelled.

We are all but struggling insects, crawling on the face of God entire,
Until that fateful day, at final close of stormy play, we all succumb, relief and vigorous delights await.
To gentle lay and leave our mortal coil upon the wire,
Our aching soul, abandoned, to the wingless, shrouded, hands of wicked fate.