the spirits of the forest called me with my guide a voice from within to discover the true nature of my faith alone under the full moon shivering i don't know is it the cold or loneliness the moon silver light veiled the hill i close my eyes and leap into a silent reverie hoping to awake my powers invoking the wisdom of those who came before the clear sky the cool breeze tickles a vision came on from far away a dead tree revived blooms purple flowers blossom my guardian angle took my hand through the dark night of the soul morning dew plays by my cheeks awakened by birds singing a song i hear every day seems that i understand it for the first time chanting orchestra or a theme of resurrection i want to scream where the worlds hear my cry confusion awakened magic in my heart and i could see through the future my soul mate my fears to take the leap drifts the light in her eyes drawn by magic drawn by love and so i obey
We’ve entered a foggy time Where only the insane are truly free Politicians thrive With agendas where their brains should be. Where “dialogue” is shouted curses Wielded like dull-edged swords And our defense against this loud banality Our faces sunken into phones, terminally bored. We no longer slouch towards Bethlehem But think its existence is just fake news. The truth is no longer a solid thing But a clay molded with our views. I’ll not try to do what Didion did, I’ve neither the competence nor the need To walk around in different shoes In glasses smoked with weed. I’ll just erode in peace here dark While the world in every direction implodes to dust. The red of it not iron-based – Eternal quiet the only end to our distrust.