Breathe of life
My conciousness flows like a quiet open river.
Drifting thoughts of an untouchable future bring forth a quiet shiver.
Visions of new branches to our ancient family tree's.
Dreams of us walking forever together I can clearly see.
Til the end of time in my arms next to me she will be.
Making her smile has been revealed to be my purpose and destiny.
As I dream of her loving gaze deep within my minds eye;
I pray for the time when I can sleep,feeling her close to where I lie.
As the book of glory has proclaimed, Two into one we shall become.
Along our journey we will grow closer throughout our days until they are done.
With a ring, and before my lord I will vow her to be my wife.
Finally knowing god hath granted me this sweet breathe of life.
With icy flames of ancient fuel,
a blaze can chillingly burn;
Cinders made of forgotten moments,
into a soul they are turned.
By the heat of wintery fury,
regret becomes frosted ash;
Joys of history are consumed,
as frozen flames leap and dash.
The chill burns the fear away,
left from scars long ignored;
The blizzard filled furnace leaves
the heart with openess restored
Hope and desire remain untouched,
unphased by this wicked pyre;
The spirit regenerated it has become,
made hard by a blast of cold fire
A mask of fantasy adorns the goddess ,
Showing each what they beg to see;
To all the gazing subjects,
She is only what they command her to be.
A view through a little open window,
of a thousand different minds;
Or a gateway to the world of lust,
With only numerals to bind
She stares forth with no emotion,
speaking a language of eclectic tones;
Her followers pay the debt of their soundless speach with pain upon their
bones.
Slaves she has now made them,
to a hardened rodent all are bridled;
A kite's old partner now is left alone,
as master of the contemporary idol
The judgemental fingers of history shall point to this dreary place;
The chaos of a blurry land, bearing scars upon her face.
These broken bindings of concrete words leave so much in dispute;
This eagles nest, built far too high, hath fallen into ill repute.
Heroes made of blind men fall,
made martyrs by seasons end;
Dark gold of ancient rot they seek,
under orders to defend.
One final king rules with a rod of fear,
and a crown formed out of mudd;
Enthroned was he by mass delusion,
and by the name upon his blood.
Dark times have now fallen here,
a realm of false truths now proclaimed;
A lamp bearing queen now stands weaping for her kingdom to be reclaimed.
The heartbeat of a man blazes forth fire when it is time:
The old blood of history flows hot akin to long forgotten wine.
The essence bow's before destiny's royalty as it sits upon it's throne;
The ego is assuaged into oblivion as if by the wind it's blown.
Soon a strangling vine creeps forth, wrapping tight and grabbs hold;
The inner seeds seek invisible treasures or old truth long untold
The fire subsides, made damp by rains from the eye of the storm that shall not go;
Look forth ye mere mortal, again the heart beats now slow
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