The Sea once reached out,
To try to touch the Sun.
It gathered and it rose,
Triumphant and unsung.
No one could stop it,
The Sea for the Sun.
In beckon it pounded,
And hurled from the Shore.
Glittering in heaven,
Like never seen before.
No one could stop it,
The Sea for the Sun.
The Wind blew with fervor,
To try to stop the Sea.
It bellowed in envy,
"The Sea cannot leave!"
But no one could stop it,
The Sea for the Sun.
The Earth shook in tremble,
In protest to the Sea.
It crumbled it's chasms,
Grasping in jealousy.
But no one could stop it,
The Sea for the Sun.
I Love You, I Love You,
I Love You more;
More than the Ocean,
The Ocean for the Sun.
[code]Never of you may it be expecting.
Never of you may it be craving.
Each and every thing of you may it be waiting.
Each and every thing of you may it be single of, “I Am”.
Each and every thing of you will not expect when of you is single of, “I Am”.
This authority is of your authority by acceptance;
All that is to be is towards you;
All that is to be is never of you.
There is only, “I Am”.
“I Am”, may you wait for there to be towards you.
“I Am”, may you not expect for there to be of you.
Only towards you is “I Am”.
Never of you is “I Am”.
Each and every thing of you may it be waiting.
Each and every thing of you may it be single of, “I Am”.
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Take Away, From Me,
Whatever You Need.
Give, Upon Me,
The Lot Of Your Weak.
Lay, Under This,
The Voice Of Desist.
Carry, Carry On.
And Bury, The Song.
Stand, Before Your Eyes,
The Weight Of The Skies.
Press, Upon The Vice,
The Grain Of Your Rice.
Make, Out Of This,
The Best Of Your Gift.
Carry, Carry On.
And Bury, The Song.
Death earns announcement this hour,
Even as the holiday dawned.
All together honoring dreams eternal,
Taking heavy dues, enthralled again.
Her death empties all today.
I sit deflated by the deaf face of life.
The rain falls laughing what I think are tears.
I sigh. The air is dirt.
My tongue pisses in my mouth.
Tired.
Then she pounces without regard.
Jubilance in vigor, she grabs my arm.
Those eyes...Life. Passion.
The deaf face of life grows ears.
Now I speak.
Now I hear.
My ears smile at laughter once thought to be tears.
During times of depression, those of the greatest accumulation have the most to suffer and those with the least are blessed.
As such, I pity my Land on the eve of its titanic voyage.
Of my time and nation I have only this to earnestly offer in consideration of our place:
Our fifth room of boiling is near its breach.
We are near conversion from possibility to inevitability.
I can hear the band playing on our highest deck, but I can't find the dining to be open for service.
This disconcerts, but I hope it to be paranoid waxing; though I fear it may not.
T H E U N F
O R T U N A
T E M A N
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THERE IS A MAN,
TETHERED IN SIN,
BEGGING FOR LIFE,
INSIDE OF MINE.
HE IS A MAN,
WEATHERED BY TEN,
INVESTING HIS TIME,
WHILE KNOWING HE'LL DIE.
WHERE DID HE GO TO,
AND DID WE GO WRONG?
WAS IT HIS FORTUNE,
OR DID HE PROLONG,
TO STAND FOR A STANDARD,
SO CLAIMED TO BE GONE?
WHERE DID HE GO TO,
AND DID WE GO WRONG?
WATCH FOR THIS MAN,
SO IT IS SAID.
HE IS THE LIGHT,
IN THE DARKEST NIGHT.
SO THE EYES OF MAN,
NOW LOOK FOR THIS MAN,
AS THEY FALL ONCE AGAIN,
FROM THEIR OWN INSIGHT.
WHERE DID HE GO TO,
AND DID WE GO WRONG?
WAS IT HIS FORTUNE,
OR DID HE PROLONG,
TO STAND FOR A STANDARD,
SO CLAIMED TO BE GONE?
WHERE DID HE GO TO,
AND DID WE GO WRONG?
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