Closer to the sun

The white lights in the sky are ignited at night 

They swim in my eyes

They resonate with life...

                                 Waves of energy pass this dense mocabre soul

                                 Where sculptures of history indirectly point to a show

 

                  An essence fills the sheet of the sky

                    The weight sinks it down to our mouths

                        As we gasp for rehydration of it's plentiful light

 

Is it real? 

    These complications

                           of which I speak.

                                            In the distance.

                                                          Is there a source of life

                                                                                        which leaks?

          We are on the brink of jumping into a magnitude of suffering

 

                       I lie..

                     I cheat..

 

And for what I ask? 

I demand! Tell me!                         I can't even stand myself 

                                         The howling winds bellow inside of my dome

                                  Sometimes it feels ignorance is all I have ever known. 

                                                  ....................................

                                         What darkness more must we endure?

                                                          The simple way of life 

                                                                    Has been

                                                                    Obscured 

 

We take truth in folklore not in the story teller

Writing releases but a minisucle of my confusion

 

                                The rings of jupitor shoot the moon 

                           Our hearts widen at the sight of communion

                                          And shuts when it passes 

                                For our tendencies return with it's whip

                                              And oh, how it lashes

 

But it's Fiction, I am lost in my depictions. The wolves sing with instinction

And where is ours?          

                                     For I know we are good

                                      But we lack trust. Our beliefs instruct us

                                       It feels it's all we've known.....

                                        But they couldn't exist without the MAIN ingredient

                                                               

                                                        You know?

 

My religon isn't different asside from where it has ended

My problems aren't different asside from where they have driffted

Deep into the ocean where the sound is surpressed is a pressure that battles my chest

 

                                            Similar to the thoughts that battle my conscience

The softness of outerspace 

Resonates

with my innerspace

                                          Speaking as one

                                         There's hope for us yet

                                         That has long ago begun

                                         It may be baby steps.....

                                         But's it's baby steps......

                                                                                               

                                                                            Closer to the Sun

              

 

 

                                     

                                                         

 

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