Thursday, 16 February 2017

Scribing 25 - Dreaming of a perfect reunion

The electrical brain boots up for the first time of the morning
The light streams in the window
A hedge cutter can be heard in the distance
Someone is making something pretty

The mad mind demands an audience
The mad hatter deep within
Seated on a throne of intelligence
Using it like a crippled fool

The wonderful drawn out tones of a violin
The emotion it pulls
Its lengths of chasm so resplendent
In their repetitive glory

The deep dark depths are feared
But I have known its path
I see an end and it's only chaos
Chaos is nothing to be feared

Tangible mess
Every little piece with a secret intent inside
All matter devolving, revolving outward from itself
In hope of a more solid form

Consciousness a trickle to our alarm
The beat goes off blaring
Raelian alien wanderers seek a sex party of sorts
Entertain the cultists with cheese and bread

Satisfied desire, lost inside a dark hole
We all still go on in searching
Then when we get too close we cower in fear
No one wants to be left alone in the dark and the cold

The heart is the home
The warmth comes from within
The light is the mind
The truth is the wind

Honesty is not always something we want, or need
But to those that seek it in copious measure
Are given talents the earth has envy
Your heart is mine, and my heart is yours

We are one, but equal
Do not forget equality
Do not forget equality

Oneness is had in the dark
In pain

Equality is had in as dank a place also

But together we make light.
Together we find a way
For the blind not to be blind
So the fear can be lead out of us

Our hearts, we hope in such admiration of the night, are pure
The night is dark and full of terrors
Programming for the masses
Such a grand plan over

The last frontier of life
Of dimensional interference
To continue without awareness of what we are
To forget everything we ever knew so we can start again

Forget, learn to forget
Let it go, let the old knowledge go
New age, new time, another chance
Remember one thing though,
What were you doing before you decided to play this game of ages?

Do that.

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