The Illusion

When we are in illusion
We are certainly in exclusion
Of the light
We we need to be bringing on-sight
To bring us greater delight
Despite
The right
To keep it from sight.
Pick your own fright-
It is percolating the light
From being its own respite.
We are our darkest deeds;
We are our filament creeds
And our regular feeds
Plead
To bring our need
To speed
Our altitude greed
Of our complex seed
To be freed.
We are forever in need.
It is time to bleed
The need
And respective creed-
We are our own song indeed!

Our Own

We are our own Peace
And when we have come truly upon release
We will surrender no more our increase;
We are due to be at One
And nevermore can come
To another peaceful strum
Of reverberation
Until we are done
Of our complication
And then our war will be won.

Beware!

Beware of your hidden energy there
For when we take a care
We have distributed it into air
But when we flare
Our nostrils bare
We insidiously snare
Ourselves unaware
Of the hidden darkness there.
For everywhere we go
We already know
Which way to flow
The corporeal glow
For our ancestors show
The newest way to go
And that is to take our energy slow
So that we can re-process and sow
The after-glow
Of whatever we know
To become a greater show!
God bless the grow!
We already know!

Caught

When ego does talk
We are held in a knot
Of being caught
In a lock
Or a space of time
That doesn’t really rhyme;
It’s message we can unwind
If we are allowed the verse to chime
And wisdom assign
Our corporeal line
To another lineage of time
So that we can rework
All that has been hurt
By the passages of time
On our corporeal timeline.
In Essence we can sign
But only if we keep to our right timeline!
Let go the ego’s lessons in time
And we will rewind our new rhythm and our new rhyme
Set forward in time.
Don’t stir up the passages of time
If we don’t want to rewind!
Let’s just move forward in time
And learn our lessons just fine.