Tongue tied soul

Spirit Walk on
Tongue tied souls,
listening to their propaganda,
in midst of them...
immortal political agendas.

In mockery of sheep,
parade in streets lost
in streets of brand names.

Chasing the wrong dragons,
the one be sought the untamed,
in the core of its mountain sleeping. 

As they lay asleep waiting
for fires of rain that will never,
shower them in this life time.

if you choose to remain
asleep, then choose to learn
lucid...dreaming.

If you were just 1 petal of,
infinite lotuses in this dark sea
of eternal light,
painting like stars of blankets of gold.