Dance around the fire flame, shadows whisper out our names,
Lost in our eternal shame on our journey to eternal fame.
The sun in my oasis gently warming my skin.
The breeze in my hair twirling and twisting every strand ever so lightly.
Funny how the heat can be so alluring and tempting yet so very dangerous.
The alarms were chiming loudly
Her end was drawing near
No fear seen in her eyes
Just a few glistening tears
I held her hands in mine
What if I followed you into that grand constellation?
Left my home in Sirius, for the land of milk and honey.
Would my spirit have the courage to migrate with your ancestors?
A light coat of dew layers the wire grass.
The night is young, and Autumn is turning cold.
The ancestors sit up in the firmament like a counsel of those past.
Suddenly he broke his silence and in tattered voice with terribly frightened, wide- open eyes, spoke, “ A luminous flash of light caught me on the bed and pulled me out through the closed door as if my body could penetrate anything solid matter, wood or steel. In the spur of a moment, I was gliding in the space without wings. Something invisible was controlling me without holding. I was passing through the planets like a flashlight. Though I was not feeling at speed yet scenes in front of my eyes were mysteriously getting changed at the batting of an eye. Reaching somewhere in the space I was sucked and extracted. Just after that I opened my eyes and found lying on my bed. I know no one will believe me. I am absolutely sane and truly narrating what happened to me last night.”
Lost Civilizations: Waves to Starseed Family
Spirit Funnel: Angelic Andromeda
Cosmic Source: Mirror
I sit here at my writing desk,
A cigar burning in the ashtray,
Whiskey half full in my glass,
And I cant help but stare at the mess I've made.
I saw the faces first, always first.
In the dark paint of my closet doors, always dark.
They always appear. I know not who they are.
Frozen into the bleak cold of the night there was no where else to go, A pain stopped the speedy thoughts making her pause in time, Those crimson eyes, That crimson smile, His lustrous eyes as she cried, He lusted after her pain, Her blood, As he sucked on her wounds, He could never be hers But for him she is all of his, He owns every space of her mind, Like a puppet he pulls the strings, But oh how those beautiful eyes had a soul that not even the darkest soul could take away, She replaced those memories with affirmations, Owned her body, And dared to smile once again, Her name being, Innocence.
Right or Wrong
You're always strong
Yet barely even breathing....
Condemned, you fell
It's easy to tell
In the midnight, moonlit hour
When the feast of sleeper's wake
The song of Athien can be heard
Where silent screams are made