What dreams and what screams the future holds

I can see and feel us

managing in silence the plot for the day

broken dreams and tears fill our eys with smoke stinging to the ground

bitter the taste of truth we created

blood is the water of the day

race wars divided lines

sickness abound and billions waste away into the next realm

this is coming ....this is coming

we did it, we did it

the greatest are those that fall the farthest from the sky palace

no way to survive but the taste of others flesh

money will not save you

you can not eat it and it disolves

it disolves in the face of no food and clean water

the basic necessities of life call us back to a humble place

this is what we have done to ourselves

there is no one to blame but the hollow reflection in the mirror of time

vacuous holes we ignored

all the trinkets that we value

we have sold the lives of our children for

pools, houses, cars, boats, summer cottages, sex...etcc...

you now have to look into their screamin dying eyes and know that you could have saved them all if you had just listened to a gentle voice calling to you and warning you, warning you of the reults of carelessness and selfishness and the worst of all of them, claiming before the universe and all the realms of eternity that you think.... you....actuall know something

Oceans apart I see them watching but the stars are too high for them

they catch only a moment a moment that glimmers and glitters

they think maybe jewels?

I see oceans of time and the smiles of them holding the lines of glory

stepfather story son

my life and then some

remember oceans of beauty dreams infinite smiles, I dream of glory

what a waste of life starring at lonliness and holding the bodies dripping.... trying to satisfy the longing

I've stepped into the moment the moment of dreaming sideways wandering

the trick is in the making

in  the making and believing

faith opens the door to freedom but words trap those who believe their meaning lyes in someone elses tongue

I make the words believe what i want, in making I am believing

free your sons your daughters and sisters

do not let the machine of convienence swallow them down, down in the water spout hole  flushing them down

for gods sake pull your head out

be you,be you generations of swallowed lies and crying, its so hard to see you crying when it is so easy to be happy

If I am happy and no one else is, that is lonely and makes me not happy

If I could take you on a ride into a part of you inside the 7th dr=irection

magic carpet ride

It is only because you believe you can not and that is why you can not and that is how it works.......letter A in the universal alphabet

so now that we have A now let's get to BE..ing

1 is lonely unless 1 contains all the numbers.............. and I believe 1 does contain all the numbers becaue 1x  any number = that number

So therefore there is no more question that can not be ansered and no number that can not be translated as 1 is all and all is one

which also means united we stand divided we fall

so now we are to C, which is me, see.............

rich beautiful impressions

hearts..... magnet types of dreaming

if I could live again again.

I might visit you someday

maybe walk-up the sidewalk and say hi

maybe sit down and talk a little about things and how they were and are

maybe think about things, and laugh about things, maybe talk and walk into a silent moment.

I do not know why I feel so deeply the things I do, as I am new to this planet and so small

I wonder as I do as I walk into the blue, in this morning and afternoon sun

the fresh wind we could have some fun me and you

that is another lifetime, another time, maybe just shifted sideways and forward back

but I will stand on the hill and look across the fields, the city, the green and take it all in under this scene

A hope, a memory for me and you, this time this one time for that moment, in which we lived in that moment

how beatiful it is a passing day so simple so gentle in this way, this moment this passing moment, this day.

rich scarlet impressions on a face with no lies.

dream about a dream that never dies

hope for the hopeless and humble lines

I Found this and thought it might be interesting to share.  Get out of it what you may.

-c

So where do we start?

I keep screaming down the cave and all I hear is an echo in it's empty cry.

Vast, silent and dark the vision of your eyes.

This thing unwrapt in the opposite poles talking.

It's as bright as the sun, clear as a bell chiming.

Put two mirrors together, which forms a circle.

Light traveling with a purpose and purple.

Spinning out the web of life dreaming.

Do you still not hear what I am screaming?

Mirror Circle=

Infinite cycles with diversity changing the hue of complexity and still remaining......... simple to the touch.

The drunken materialist trips over the new morning and plunges into the future with skinned knees and humbled eyes.

I hear the cries still echoing in the dark, like a child in the closet with no spark.

Steady slow and patient is my walk............so tired of old talk.

I have seen this road too many times.

 Can we just get on with it!

--------Anonymous