Humanity

It's faded...

The Dawn...

of Mine...

of...

The Establishment of the Race of Humanity...

Where all the children of the world are equal and that none shall go hungry,

none shall go unwanted, and none shall perish alone...

Love and Life be the game and happiness that motive...

Where we cherish life and have honor in it...

Where none are raised above another, but only equals remain...

For any of this to be True, we must have Order and Natural Law remain...

As we all want to live...

During the transitional period between the Dark Age and the Renaissance Age,

science was beginning to explain some of the things people call magic...

yet there was a major flaw about science at this time, as it became too much matter and not enough energy...

Now Religion played a major role, still, back then as well it had its own flaws as well...

Now here is something that enlightens us...

We see during that transitional century there is a lot of similarities today as it was back then...

For science cannot progress without spirituality and spirituality cannot progress without science...

These are only two points of view of the same coin...

Home In Energy

Held on the cusp of eternity, a place filled with energy...

Enter a new land made for thee, inside a broken fraternity...

This thought consumed before me, holding in place civility...

Looking for a home a place of sanctuary, where I come to be...

Holding on to the living infinity, making a lasting light energy...

Will this cabin in the highlands be my long lasting melody...

Seeking a place called home just to be me, a place just for me...

Inside a long lasting eternal energy, beaming with light and potentiality...

On a world of great sorrow and great beauty, covered in people's energy...

Sitting here a man looking for a love of a lady, with fulfillment in colourful energy...

To make a home in a higher state filled with loving energy, welcoming we...

Fallen Skies of Freedom

Nimble in fallen skies, there is no telling where to go or what to ask...

Holding steadily as we carry on, we seem to need an equal say...

There is more to us than coloured Form, the stars call us high as we lay below...

Under dark clouds of skies we see the way, as far as the eyes can see...

This is our frontier of stars and lands to keep us strong on trees of earth...

We seek our nature and lights so warm, we hope to see the life to be...

There is no telling where to go as our lines flow into our rights of light...

This ever longing fire that keeps burning on we shall be set free to be...

Now we seek a living light to shine on as we turn to the right to be free...

This now our home as we shine from the ever longing infinite to be set free...

Ride Into the Storm

Riding into the night, having second thoughts...

Sight and motion merging into the shadows...

Heading toward the tension surrounding the mind...

Being shown the truth of no escape, lost into the night...

Living in senses being shown, something behind the light...

Why is there no ending for all the fears of life that end with death?

Knowing so swiftly we pick up the fight, as we turn and ride tonight...

Given motivation and a zest for light, we end our sorrows in the fight...

With no end now we sit and feel empty, never giving in, never losing hope...

As we ride to our next far off horizon...

Our lives are thrown into the unending flurry...

Seeking out the cause inside the eye of the storm...

As wind and sound are one, the storm rages on...

With clarity and focus, we see all memories unfold...

Giving into the storm, all of our sins become known...

The line is blurred but constantly leading the way...

Takes us beyond this shade of grey, making us whole...

Here as we stand at the edge of divinity, we ride the storm...

Carry On the Show

Holding on too tightly to what happens naturally...

Returning to a state where everything is alright...

We seem to make connections wherever we go...

There is more for us to see inside this formality...

He-Hey...

Holding onto something that makes us just right...

We seem to find each other wherever we may glow...

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This person is meant to be loved for, unconditionally...

Here inside this existence we all just need a bit right...

We learn to accept each other and carry on the show...

Holding onto something that makes us just right...

We seem to accept each other, it's carry on the show...

Fighting through the static, turning chaos into art...

In sync with the rhythm of a unified heart...

Stand beside each other through the darkness and the light...

On this journey of becoming, granting visions so bright...

United, we're a symphony, a force that can ignite...

A beacon through the tempest, a bond that holds us tight...

Enter the Void

Far out deep in space where all things come to be...

Dark and infinite with no Form, made Form to see...

Into a storm that made light growl, thrown asunder...

Deep inside both time and space shares its frame...

A place of no Form and containing only its name...

Enter the Void, a place that has no shape only fate...

Inside this place of no Form, sits all seed of Creation...

Where both time and space take shape and emanation...

Void created space and gave time to carry on and make light...

As time flows on, our shape is made for and contains life...

Only to know this space briefly as time carries on into strife...

Here is the destination a place of energy only containing light...

Time will go on and forever making it...

while it helps us Enter the Void once more...

A Place Called Home

A place filled with energy. A humble abode for us to be free...

To share in all that is humanity. A home filled with laughter and smiles...

A building where our words are listened to, in hope for a better we...

A destination fit for Kings and Queens, where friends come to be happy...

This is more than just a house, a home fit for heroes, where we can find destiny...

A fort hidden in a valley, nested among high mountains, covered in trees...

Let us share this rare treasure, a home fit for both men and women...

A dream meant for children, but only achieved by grown adults...

This is all there is to see, a place called home for you and me...

Ten Thousand Humans

Ten Thousand men and women all hearts broken from all the shame...

Show ego in times of struggle though their word are heavy...

Speak only truth in times to come as patience wins the day...

We take up our banners and bring common efforts anything will happen...

As our minds are free, we seek only knowledge and understanding...

This is our time to grow as we sing of time to come, shall we go together?

In promises to be free our lives find happiness in belonging and community...

Knowing there is purpose, shall we agree to things to be...

Let all who summon us, know it will only be communally...

This world has given to us only a life to be in freedom...

Beauty

discovering a soul, that my own has found satisfaction with, yet will not touch with my own lips. It pains me to see her soul, the beauty of my passions, in the hands of another. Seeing her heart all a flutter, yet of black swallowtails; rest in peace my dreams of a future with her beauty. great satisfaction and yet bitterness fills the void within my soul. satisfaction originating from the soul of the beauty's happiness, my bitterness resides in feeling a missed opportunity for more. Words whispered to me from my passions of her, ".. Only change of status..." repeating themselves, over and over again. within the void in my heart, to the vastness of my mind. I hold onto hope of prospects from a ship that has left harbour. Waiting for the ship with the beauty, to dock once more with conjecture; into a realm of opportunity. leaving chances residing in an undiscovered realm. My heart awaits for her love to show, with open arms accepting my invitation. Knowing that the beauty is aware of my affections is even more agitating, which throws my confusion into a cyclone of thoughts. She is truly a beauty that is just out of reach. Yet is so very close to my grasp, and to my heart. My innocence, has not been influenced by flesh, or blessed by the Beauty, though my age doesn't share this fact. I have wandered into the lustful fields of love, yet, have not satisfied my cravings. Reserving true innocence for this fare beauty, It's a challenge that I've never taken. saving one's soul for the beauty, no more, and to the fullest extent, she'll be blessed by love.

Stranger's Smile

The stranger perks a smile...

When there is not much time left...

Maybe a quarter mile...

Time has no affect on him...

He's been here for a while...

He knows every person...

Down to their lifestyle...

They all only ignore him...

As if he's just a file...

He's always there before you...

When he is beguile...

Ready to be of service...

He's your expressive style...

We know him by his touch...

It's something that's worthwhile...

He's not just some old stranger...

He gave you your sweet smile...

So never forget to smile...

Because you never know...

Who might need one the most!