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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side

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The Shape Shifter

Agreeable yet contrary
Friend sometime adversary
Willing yet stubborn
Ignorant sometimes to learn
Rich and poor in a myriad of ways
Driven and focused still to laze
Answer with contradiction
Fact yet fiction
Possessed with unseen truth
Believing only what it can use
Self centered and giving
One but fractured living
No single thought to remain
Even though a familiar refrain
Solid yet a quivering mass
Moving forward through the past
Lost in a moment eternity to last
The shape shifter moves in liquid cement
Anchored by the foot in the moment
Always the same but in constant change
Solid logic lost in mental derange
Not knowing what he display
Thinking himself a molded array
The shape shifter exterior so stiff
Inside the jelly rests and sits
The name of the shape shifter
Man, yes man it is

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The God's of Greed

Pinnacles rise calling their name
Letters on an index they became
At one time ethics reigned
The slaves had value in some past day
Cast aside no longer having a place till his grave
The God’s finding cheaper more willing slaves
More riches for them to plunder 
Gold for them to save
A new land to take
Humanity they forsake
The God’s of Greed always thunder
That is not their fault that mankind suffer
That any man can be a God of Greed
Provided he serves only his own need
And use the slaves for what they be
Pawns in chess game
Played by the God’s of Greed.

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I Do Not Seek Pity

You cannot know the depths and darkness I have seen
You do not know that challenges there have been
You do not know the heights of insanity I’ve seen
You do not know the road I’ve walked
You do not know how others talked
You do not know the shame I’ve hawked
I do not know what I have lost
I only know the paths I’ve had to cross
I do not seek pity
I bear it with humility
I wear it only within me
Others I cannot or will not envy
I face it alone
I do not seek pity
In the end everyone faces it alone
I laugh but have no pity
It was just meant to be

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Twilight Is Calling (Tears Are For the Dead)

At one time I was the apple of his eye
But in a moment in the hospital he lie
I just 6, entered, and could only cry
He had changed so much since the last time
Twilight was calling his name
Mine being the same 
Yet, I didn’t know what to say
He turned his head a tear in his eye
And chuckled to choke back his cry
“Tears are for the Dead” he replied
And he turned his head back with no more word to speak
His words and actions were the last I would know
Till his funeral where the cries did grow
He left me with a legacy I didn’t quite understand
Still I tried to live by it as best I could plan
Everyday a new meaning comes to hand
That life is meant for the living and crying for the end.
When twilight is calling and I am on my death bed
I will laugh and with a tear in my eye, chuckle and turn my head
Laughter is for the living, crying is for the dead