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Weave a path into the stream.
Hypnotise the stream with the rhythms of your gait.
You become the water in it's essence,
experience your limits as the part is to the whole.
Hologrammatica.
Where the elements meet,
Your tears cry into Yourself,
You cry into the air,
and I meet You again.

I walk to a hilltop in the deepest part of night.
Saturate my being with the dark violet petals of air,
breathe myself out to it.
That chill defines the stream,
as the wet defines the cup of heaven,
and You meet me again.

We dance with the moon.
Lilt and sway in unison and in time.
I cause You to trough and froth where the ocean meets solid ground.
You wave joyously into me.
Rise, fall, rage, wave.
And I meet You again.

Warning is cast.
Not the first.
Not the Last.
To the hybrids,
mules and goats,
of present and past.

Stubborn and proud.
Butting scones,
bleating loud.
Miss take
your lead to the post,
as a link to your host.

Clowns for pretenders.
The shams
the up-enders.
Dance till you drop,
as befits a prop.
In this play,
neither lead
nor the second.
None,
but presumption,
as actor.

The warning is cast.
Outside time
concrete past.
Not the first.
Not the last.

But
the
only.

Life is like digging a mine,
The further you go,
The more precious the stones you find.

Phalanxis of Light.
Unimaginably bright.
Deliverer of sight,
the escutcheoned way,
the seal of veritee.
embossed in thought,
etched in sound.

To the dreamers,
You have not seen the Dark,
but,
touched its golden shadow.
Felt its filth between your toes.
For those who feign its friendship,
annihilation awaits for those.

For false treasures,
borrowed pleasures,
unequal measures,
an infinite eternity of angst.

Haught as you are,
you're left with a scar.
That roils and swirls
and strobes like a sickened beacon.

To the Phalanxis of Light
you are seen,
you are noticed,
you are marked
and allowed to dream the dream
of imagined power.

moments are like pieces
of jigsaws in our lives
putting them together
aint that easy

we can only do our best
and then we leave the rest
sometimes there are limits
on each of us

some jigsaws are completed
feat is celebrated
spare a thought for those
whose still lie there undone

best of all we can
if we do believe
add a hidden jigsaw piece
that often is not seen

say a little prayer
and let heaven know
all the things that touch
each of us below
and then you may see
also you will find
you are not alone
in the jigsaw
of your mind.

Ev'ryone seems to have answers,
But speaking for me I have none.
Naked to all, I take chances,
Just try to survive and have fun.

Purpose in life has been living,
While doing no one any harm,
Once in a while maybe giving,
Somebody a hand or an arm.

Seeking the truth, staying open,
To other's suggestions and thoughts,
Although it is blather most often,
The answers still need to be sought.

If your beliefs and convictions,
Lead you to share them with me,
I'll give them my full attention,
With a mind that's open and free.

If you be Christian or pagan,
I'll listen, but don't be deceived.
I won't dispute your conviction,
But that doesn't mean I'll believe.

You can be close to people in inches,
but miles away in heart.
Spend seeming lifetimes,
to move further
and further apart.

Or far away in miles,
ever so near in heart.
and lifetimes getting nearer,
to the lost one,
the other half.

Hold a candle
firm and bright
let it shine
in the darker night

show the way
in the darkest day
little light
lead the way


all the way
from earth to heaven
could it be why
they are given

Darkness offers you the sight of power
The Light offers you the sight that is lower

Darkness offers you the wisdom of the caged
The Light offers you the wisdom of the saved

Darkness offers you infinate bitterness
The Light offers you infinate forgiveness

Right and Wrong, Good and Bad
You are the only one who can take the stance

Against Evil or Good,
you always have been given the chance

So what is Darkness and what is Light?
It's a simple choice of choosing between wrong and right

And what is wrong and what is right?

Wrong is simply to become a slave to hate

Right is to become free and stop being from hate,
a slave

Hate what is wrong and yet judge not
Love those that hate you and tell them to kiss your butt

In a gentle way, with a twinkle in your eye
Offer them a hand before you say goodbye

For in your Wisdom and in your Light
You become the living beautiful
True Sight

You learned,
Hate from an ancient book
Love from just a single look