Song

If I could write a song that would make Peace real,

Then I would write that piece for you,

To Sing.

To bring happiness to children's heart's...

and Tears of joy...to their eyes.

If I could write Lyrics, to Turn your Fears, 

into...

Madness, To compose,

 Who...are...you?

Does it depend,

          on which Looking glass we sit?

Since way back when we have always been,

                         Mad here.

 Sipping on another Cup of Tea,

Hearts bleed, for the voiceless...

How do they scream, Pondering...

but are we even listening?

 Twin Suns Rise fifteen minutes Apart,

And set at the same time,

 on the opposite sides of the planet...

Eclipse the equinox descents of stardust.

 Mimic the solar system,

as we grow lost in thought,

when All...

was once clearer.

We turned off the radios that only,

Played the same 5 songs...

and Turned up the Silence.

Which was then the only Song that made sense...

The only sound which knows,

                                                   "Peace"

Sandles

 Slipped on my shoes into another dimension, where does the sidewalk end... Mind bending events unfold throughout transparent mysteries.
 We have seen the doktrine possess self bound within its pages crept,
silently awaken from shutter-less slumber.
 The Ironies we seek and blind to all its answers we never question authority.
 The only sanity left is the rancid world we still churn to this day praying for a day the ocean is no longer flammable.

 One by one the cards lay out on the table. I, DE, Claire, war.
 The church which was once a symbol of sanctuary is now a Trojan horse,
as dictators recite verses from the Reganomicon.
 Burnt, Hung, Drowned, and Tortured the witches spell its new age.
 Resurrection grim-ores of this new Wisdom while others call it madness...

 the journey through 9 hells.

 LKCP

 

My Sands

I once whispered words to a grain of sand, it multiplied into a vast sea of sand which later became an ocean floor.

they never wrote books about me and credited these feats, to myths and gods.

unattached to the fable, I brush the facts off my shoulders for it brings joy to see all the people enjoying what I had left for them.

Please stop polluting the water which houses my sand that you play on, and craft into glass.

LKCP2KXIV

Love = Fear?

I sometimes feel the most feared, thing on this planet is Love. for the fear of a broken heart. They tried to unite nations through Love of religion and it brought tears of blood and sacrifice forced into devotion in the name of Love. The only way at this rate to know peace is to take all books out of the equation. Maybe to "leave God out of this" foolishness. Its so hard to find Love, yet its so easy to start debates in "Gods" name in the name of Love. And they question why the youth do not seek out shelter of the church or show any devotion in the name of this Love. The Love that is associated with red, red hearts made from pools of blood that blindfold our ties.

                                                                "Curiouser and curiouser..."
                                                                                                         ~ Alice

 "Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it."
                                                                                                           ~ Buddha

Sometimes

Sometimes, I don't know wrong from right, Left from tears. One mind torn into pieces. scattered across the landscape. They prayed. I felt like all my marbles were lost or stolen. fragmented in a piece of paper, secretly I hide underneath my tongue. I have seen beyond the lands of demons, and seen through gates of heavens. yet the truth still remains true to only the believer, if one is of its own blood a seeker. My teacher once told me. the true teacher is your heart. yet it is the most difficult, to master. but if you can learn the art of hearing each other, the teacher and student as One. become a master. only then will the ears, be ready to hear the cosmic organs. strumming from the heavens.

Speak

 Feeling the breathe of her wings on his face, she gives him strength when his vibration is weak,telepathically she speaks with angels. Whispering to demons in silent tongues, they voyage into the abyss beyond the pillars as the watchers watch from thirteen directions. One hundred and eight demigods chant magnetic  language bending dragon lines in time space continuum.

 Prophets scribe instruction to sages from papyrus to stone walls formulas of wormholes to land beyond minds. As time goes on the seventh race has written a new chapter for the new blood that has been sent to cleanse the plagued lands of tainted dominions.

 And this war they spoke of was in the self at the dawn of betrayal, when the shadow eclipsed the center of the sun. Now here we stand confronting our own shadow in its light to define its own definitions.

 On being Human.

   -LKCP2KXIV-

The Dream

Silently running on the blacktop, 

smell of gritty freshness of tar,

I am dreaming...

i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,

and 

my legs start to lift off the ground,

fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.

through the night skies Silently, 

I crept,

upon Landing my 

feathers started to disapear and my body, 

returned to normal.

 

 

LKCP2KXIII