hell ...to pay

As

long as

we persist

to take heed

of inertial guidance

a gift of kindred spirits

who for reasons undisclosed

were so inclined...

to drop visions and insights 

from the undercurrents

which exist, deeper

within our memories

where once and forever

we were all

fed from

a common stream

of heart and mind,

where the wild seed of our youth

became purified

in truth

because, we realized

we need one another

to provide

what we cannot

alone...

although

the prevalent

currents

of untamed inclination

are no more new

than the surface noise

of ill will carriers 

embued somehow,

with the desire

to steal the hearts

of those who remain

despite the odds, confusion,

and for a time, it seems

must walk alone,

perhaps

to learn to

dispell

the dark veil

of

disillusion... 

and there will be

hell to pay

for those

who cannot break free

as it must be,

for the tide to turn

in the spirit war

which has

come to be

a persistant cry

since the dawning

momentum of creation

swept over our spirits

and if mankind

was elevated

to a place

where

it seems,

eternity stood still

while

our wildest dreams

were somehow granted

from a place

within our souls

where reality

can bend...

to our dreams

and will

 

but

...although, the errors

we have made

have provided us

a crash course

in what not to do

we must

 love to learn

those lessons

time...

and time again,

as we do

exactly

as we have done

before

we knew

what difference

we could make

possible

if we

did the things

we do

with

different principles

in play...

 

Somewere...

In the prayers

and dreams

of our starlight hopes

our imaginings flourish

reflected in the eyes

of those we love and recognize

but, then again...

can we

see the light

enough,

to create

of a single spark

within our hearts

to light the kindling

of the day

to signal to the world,

we know

 

to stand out

from the darkness

 

even while we stand amidst 

an unruly crowd

 

...even if, we

must be alone

 

the single voice

 

to speak out against the madness

armed, only...

with what tools we may have

yet to master

 

...to wield our spirit will,

in one last effort to avert

a greater disaster than this world

has ever known

 

And with positive perspective,

we may be enabled, as we believe

 

...to find assurance

...that we are not alone

 

seeking to find the seeds

for miracles to awaken

a potential to deliver

that which exists,

reading between

the lines,

despite

what

twists

and turns

before us

may materialize,

even with the presence

of manevolent spirits

which may dance forth

from the tombs

of our misguided lives

and those who expouse

a partial truth...

lost within

abject reasoning

within their minds,

baited in distractions,

tempting to sway

our hearts core 

of spirit will

from its

true course...

 

a seed of happiness

 

as adversity unwinds like a serpent

leading our eyes to stray from the path of promise

and we beg to stay...

trying

one last time

 

 

...to get it right.

 

 

 

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