Upon the Paper
The World a beautiful place
Time and Space
The words stuck
Upon the page
Read them Aloud
Not with rage
A quiet still pace
A smile upon my face
Into the Universe
Towards the shadows
Cast your light
No longer night
Filled with grace
Upon the Paper
The World a beautiful place
Time and Space
The words stuck
Upon the page
Read them Aloud
Not with rage
A quiet still pace
Out into the Universe
Towards the shadows
Cast your light
No longer dark
Filled with grace
The Human Race
One Small Tribe
Traveling though time and space
A beautiful notion
Style and Grace
A Delicate Network
Power in Motion
Oh yea of little faith
A wrinkle upon the face
The time lord of lives
Inconsistent Turbulent
Unpredictable Uncharted
Tremble Quake
Ripple in the Universe
You are awake
Ride along the twisted River
Drink from the peaceful lake
Swim in the sea
Fly among the stars
Smile Quiver
Gods plan is pure
Smooth Straight Right
White-light
Life quiet loud
Wonderful Dream
A calm Ocean after a storm
Travelers
Time Moves On
What we Radiate as human beings during our existence is etched upon the universe.
Birds begin to sing
A beam of Light falls
From between the shades
Rests upon thine eye
Pierces the heart
Stirs the soul
The dust unsettles
The body of rusted metal
Grinding Gears
Like music begins to whir
Jive and ring
No fear No tears
Bending upward
Springing forward
Moving forever onward
Demons like magnets
Pulling backward
calling grabbing taunting
Into the black
The spirit trods forward
Shouting never go backward
towards honesty and right
Into the light
Sing the song of Life
Bitter strife
The human race
upward pace
Better then before
Is all the lord emplores
and the world is yours
Regal within her rags
They are her own
She sits upon her throne
A rusted chair
Animals sit beside her
Quietly softly Listen
Calmly stare
Mindfully aware
A passenger
On a spinning Planet
In an infinite universe
No song can convey
The Significance of this verse
For all the Queens &
Kings who never were
Forever humble
Our throne is eternal
The heavens are Ours
The Lord doth Bless Us
Every Hour
We Roar
Upon the Hill
We implore
Upon the floor
Scream and Shout
Stomp our feet
Beat our chest
March in the street
Crumbled pieces of Concrete
Until our are bodies numb
Hear Us
See Us
Feel Us
Change Change Change
Like High Tide
Roars upon the shores
The waters recede
Once more
Gently Back to sea
The sand and seashells
Rearranged
In the end
NOTHING CHANGED
