Journey
by Lindsay
Marie Taylor
I hear
the sound of rhythmytic drums as I awake to the mad laughter of cave people.
I think of reasons as my thoughts fade away into hallucinations and silly
words. Freedom flickers in the light above me. I crave the
light and I arise. I sort myself back together and run away to my
lair. My world screams of colors and evase poems. I reflect off of
the walls that speak of anarchy. The walls with eyes and ears and
a great many secrets. My wishes fall from the ceiling like beaded
raindrops. This is the day of thanks and I am left searching.
And I
will journey whatforth into every morning sky,
And
I will battle hate, for this love shall never die.
Someday
someone may cross my path with the ocean in their eyes,
And
I will love them forever, for forever never dies.
To the place of dreams,
this life to the end,
Beyond the weavers of creation,
where one's light can blend.
Whereath fear cannot tread,
where stranger greats with a kiss,
Journeying forevermore
closer and closer to bliss.
I look at the sun pour down on the earth
I witness death, I witness birth.
I feel the wind in the sky
I watch clouds live, I watch clouds die.
Wandering, searching, across the land
Walking barefoot in the sand
Nothing to guide me but inner peace,
All hate must stop, all anger must cease.
During the dawn I take in the light
I dwell in the magick of the night.
Always searching for a new sight
I am a free bird always in flight.
Three blackbirds, a wish and a word,
My whispers in the wind are always heard.
The sun goes down, dark becomes Earth,
I witness death, I witness birth.
I speak to you on this blessed day,
Oh blessed Mother,
Oh Goddess day.
I see your spirit in the wind,
The trees that move,
And my love I send.
The blue sky that I see above,
My eyes are trapped and I feel your love.
Cause you are here with me everyday,
Every moment in every way.
I see your majick in the clouds above,
Your peace within an enchanted dove.
And to you I send my love.
A night of fright
A day of play
Cannot I live
The simple way?
I am but a little star
Speaking to you from afar.
I am wild and spontaneous,
Crazy laughter, the monsters hanus.
Being thrown into a pool real cold,
Would make this world free, not cold.
I cannot put myself together,
My physical world is like a feather.
In my mind I will always be
And to all of you who think you know me
I to you am as blind as see.
Whispers of thoughts pass through my mind
The standards of words make me blind
Complecated Messages make a mystery
If I cannot break through the standards
It will end in misery
What does it mean in everyday
There is a difference in what people think
and what they say
I want to be free, free as a bird
I want to speak and be heard
I cannot go on in a world of fiction
Because soon this world will become an addiction
My words may be fire in an ocean of water
I am still a child, the unheard daughter
I could run, be free and roam
but who would love me when I have no home
I could jump, be dead and fall
but what good would dead be when no one knew me at all
Whispers of thoughts pass through my mind
It would be so much easier to not care and be blind
Divine is the sense with which I hold
My world of fears is not old
Transparant days and eyes of lies
Wicked sinner revitalize
Be now yourself and run from fame
Adore the master the birth of flame
Wish of moons and ancient means
And flourish on your sandy seas
You cannot hide above the flask
Too far the wicked that uphold the mask
Drink from the flowers that gave you a name
And follow not the filthy game
Who forever must hide the blame?
As the ocean passes through my mind
I listen to the rain falling from the sky
These words they are speaking I do not understand
I live in this universe while they live on the land
Violets the sky-
And the world is not coming to an end
And I do not have to pretend, my friend
Violets in the sky
As I sit in this blessed place
The blood rushes through me that killed the righteous race
The lady she stands holding onto fire
She would kill the tainted truth before the purest liar
Violets in the sky-
And the world all they do is pretend
And the lady she just sits and cries, and dies.
Violets in the sky
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