When I was in the desert, the storm of sands came upon me
The choir of dust rose! From the ashes of the phoenix turmoil.
It was the pain of centuries, of eons, of long times past,
And it fell upon me, just descended from above;
Just many ladders lead the way home…
We hope we can change, we hope that Clouds
Will provide the rains for every much needed crop,
For without the plentiful amount of discard, how
Can we begin to see that all nutrients fall down the
Cracks, and are sealed away in the Earth,
For Centuries, upon centuries, were we change
But can’t harbour the main pain of Her
She is the laborer of our fields, our mines, the
Lumber we cut to feed our home, it is essential
To praise the Glory of Mother Nature Also
But when some clouds cry, they materialize
Into another form, a liquid, a paste, a healing
Agent, that just salves the flowing current,
And stops one from being able to see, what
Has to be done, such as wash away the dust.
Do you feel the same? The dream of mana, ambrosia
Sweet nectared wine, sweeter than the finest harp,
Singing the tales of beginning past late of the hour,
For darkness is now creeping along the land.
What is the beginning of darkness, one may ask,
We have pondered weary and meak for many centuries,
To deliver the magi revelation of this task, it perhaps
Has shown you now that lies, neh, ignorance of Truth!
Is what temples the burden of the land.
It is like the sand pillars of time erupted from the dust,
Collected from the winds that blew many things south,
For doth we know the wind’s can darken fronts before thee,
For beyond the horizon, even the fairest storms do faire,
In regrets, as the cloud doesn’t rain over us, but what
We know is the streams bring the constant flux
Of liquid solid to the river’s swift stream.
Never step twice or regret your walk
For in the same water you never cross
Do the other, the side of a Truth,
The truth of no lies, but eternal compromise
Is what lives beyond our lives.
What? You want another wine and bread at the table?
Why not be sacrificed to save the noble?
Or just know the Purusha has come, ignoble though art
To know in the deepest dream that I conjure
Is the Glory of the Cup that set Galilee apart
It came from a long line, yes it did; Alexander the Bard
Song it’s own tail to my dilemma
Dragon stand houses rock fortress command
Nothing beyond the particular sands…
I see the figures, remote, sitting, tall, corrected, wise
They wish to tell the tale, the song, the muse
The tenth! It has come! It is over me! Consuming
The disgrace of what was once, why race now,
To the conclusion, we are just starting, for the dust
Had to give it’s trust into the nothingness of the end!
The end is just around the corner bend, truth or lies
You will have to weigh your own weights,
Until Judgement comments, no more lies
Yet, down the whole we go, to another place,
Another tomorrow, another gift never found, just
A face walked among the crowd, string the song
Past the version of standing alone
This is the greatest section below
Dance with flame, with heat, without name
It just has to be, nothing apparent, relatively
Just a thought, but no more, unaware
Movements, which way, slithering
Is where, my body, left me, conjuring
A temple destruction, summoned!!!
Who art thou! Walking in death!
I am thou! I am the Last! Callisto
Sent me, no time for you; standstill
Is where we are at my old friend death!
Breath, my young son, trance has breathed
It’s own tongues into your words!
Remain, here, captured in this moment
As water breaks at fjords, so you will
Is disciplined in this fire of death!
O yes! Dance with the flame! Twirling
Undead Figures! Ascended from Hell!
For Heat is were the motions Well!
Boiled skin and angered brains
Angry at howling death down
My alive body! Dancing undead with
The spirits! Just another tag along!
It is coming down, like pulling carnivores
Who hunger at the emanations
It is like, this is apparent real now, feel the fright!
Horrible sights of sulphur burning
The eyes, no gaze, I could flee, but I stand tall!
Burning, my eyes, eternalize! Flame combined!
The eye sees all through fires aligned!
For in death, doth thyne will preach Sublime!
Deep here, underworld the world, currents
Of rivers deeper the Elysian furl,
Into realms and spheres so dark and plastic
That one cannot even see elastic eyes
Stretching for miles, as the flame
Consumes! The heat! It boils the temperature
Below freezing, so the skin doeth harden
Into millions crackling splinters! Piercing your own skin
Alive in freezing fin! Nothing dead, just time has come
The clock has struck 12, not mine, but the dance
Praise to the song beyond the dream! For!
It has come to be seen! Along with relativity!
This is just the beginning of a movie scene!
What can i say as we temporally evolve through
This membrane we call “Home”, we end
That all the mystery is just one clue;
How silent are you?