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I was enchanted by those who sung… they who sing
Like sylphs, like sirens… unearthly yet encompassing
Did I remember being at home, behind a closed door?
Or is it a dream I slumbered into for a time to recall?
An hour less before midnight for an hour more before daylight
Yet of thirteen bears the time I see for my hourly need to hide
A truth perhaps far from disbelieve is all I’m left to see
Yet… the mysterious voices promises me for what couldn’t be
Like gravity… flowing without control, without life own
Like a design for quivering quivers to the shivering unknown
And blinded of numbered time, I allow myself this moment
This moment when love isn’t at all to matter even
Timeless became my life, sinking into the voices of the unholy
Knowing an answer I seek no more from a world reasonably
Almost a subtle caress to have perhaps felt their touch
Flirting with me, toying with my soul a little too much
Have they not to bring solace… I wouldn’t have believe
Have they not voices as intriguing… if I can simply leave?
And they sung ever on… evermore, forever to be
Giving me a shade of another world unimaginable to see
Perhaps nothing more from my real world I need hear
Compassion for another… A self I need no longer dear
Entice yet… I hear the aria softening away for another
Branding into my mind till possibly shall life departs me forever
For when it came, it belongs an utterly voice to articulate
A much deeper sounding of another language to translate
And unheard of were the words spoken in today’s tongue
Yet heard were the words I somehow understood to have undone
However all has come to pass, darkness returns with a familiar door
Delivering me from my moment for another moment to recall
An awakening for a darker side or a lighter side of life awaited
I cannot know with my deliverance kept at bay of time presented
And no sooner than I realize am I back in my room once more
Gifted of words is all but all to reside from an ever before
~MyTOPIA~
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin.
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin.
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
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The hieroglyphics around the ankh tells a magnificent story
About how one can first achieve life’s eternal glory.
Not only is it a forgotten language but it presents quite a riddle
Whose answer has a thing or two to do with the scarab in the middle.
The cross with a circular head rises up above the stone,
The characters that tell the story were carved with an animal bone.
Many thought the magic that gives long life was achieved through its possession,
But immortality was only received by answering the question.
How do I know the facts surrounding this ancient relic?
Because I solved the riddle then and live today to tell it.
People who know me now wonder why I never seem to age,
Well, back in another time I was an Egyptian sage.
I was the only one back in time who figured out the quandary
And for three thousand years since then my life has known no boundary.
I travel all around the earth never staying too long in one place,
People from every land and every century have often seen my face.
The ankh itself is the only item that has survived as long as I,
And its answer I will never tell and here’s the reason why;
Life eternal sounds like a gift you want but I know that’s not true,
Passing into the spiritual world is the real gift gods gave to you.
somewhere I was gently cruising as I dreamed
everything I saw was magically vivid it seemed
like the color applied to a painter’s brush
slowly gliding because I was in no rush
I remember it all and I was wearing a smile
but everyone else’s happiness was placed in a file
then came a sad schizophrenic summer storm
instead of drops dripping from a cloud, they were torn
and all the lights began to change their shade
as the roads leading home began to fade
I wondered like a ghost whose fate was sealed
like the floating fog dancing on top of a field
I saw mountain romances that slowly evolved
but their question of love or lust never was solved
people’s life were buzzing like a honey hive
and the queen’s command would never survive
the ungoverned ground began to chain all creatures
as freedom surrendered its only true feature
of a visionary’s life unbound by anyone’s words
the sky spiraled black as the stars turned to birds
the harbor’s channel filled with endless sand
as the candle lit prophet was trying to understand
just then the haystack hills leveled with the earth
and the golden peaks quickly lost there worth
but hope replaced the fear that we live by
and white holes opened up in the sinister sky
as wingless angels wanting to fly must now climb
and in the end, the acidic onlookers ran out of time