Could you please, spend this day
And sing to me.
Such a beautifully romantic escapade.
Finally, I take your hand.
Stored within me
I find sweet melodies.
From this ancient past,
To futures that last.
I remember the first song I sang,
And the last one I will play.
I do not fear neither,
For I know my protectress is near.
Compelled to believe in fate,
Destiny.
Rhodeio,
Carve this road for me.
I am finally ready
To be free.
But to find real truth
Is to love oneself.
And to love the Earth and everything she encompasses.
To love the stars, the moon, the sun
To see internally for miles,
And how it is pattered
Mirrored exactly.
Find truth, my friend
For it is not hard to see.
The love that you will find within me.
Within you.
Between the fine lines of black and white
Between love and hate,
The hymn of life is found
Singing to the angels above,
Play it loud.
Louder,
I hear
The echo of the waves you whisper
In my ear.
Desires or painful wishes
The dead truth about art
Is that none of it is real.
We are chained to our physical notions of fatality.
We sequester ourselves
To the mundane aspects of our make believe society.
The physicality
Of romanticity.
The real truth is found through love
And love alone,
Love always.
We may try
With our exuberant minds
To find this truth
In falsality.
An ascension
Come out of rest
Evolution
Existence into fruition
Rising above
An owl sings.
The dragon has awoken.
The cycle has ended,
We are all her queens of fire.
A proof of existence is this –
A series of written letters
Notes
Thoughts.
And death
Is but a transformation.
I live to live and learn
The lessons of my own soul.
The real lessons
Begin and end
Within.
I see birds land
I see them take flight.
How much longer will they stay tonight?
A subtle message
Or messenger of God.
Her hands are so
Welcoming and kind.
But if you are to take advantage
Of her generosity,
Love, open arms, eyes.
You are to be taken
From the lies you live
Within vain.
I dedicate myself to this life,
This truth.
