Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
capturing future memories through writing
Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
At that time
I saw it all
I tell you
My eyes were shut
Still, I saw everything
The beginning
My beginning
In form of an egg
Light piercing through
Giving me life
I was awakened
Surreal like art, past
I was there
Alive
Reborn to a new point
Lines of old ventured memories
Scribbled, printed onto my palms
To remind and guide
I saw all
I tell you
I saw everything
The creation of Erinwmin
Mother welcoming
Like a gush of wind
Dragging fast past the stars
Like a race
Head on collision
Blurs of space
Burning stories onto my spirit
I saw all
I really must say
All was seen
Boundless space of infinite existence
breaking through Saturn rocks
Brought to a summation
To now
A place called earth
Yes, I must tell
before time had a name
we of the energy constellation
existed
breathing along side
the planets
forms, all made whole by the one and true Osanobua
Murder, murder
Slaughter for the keeps
Sheep in wolves clothing
Casting shadows amongst the rest
Wisdom drank only after the demise
Too long to bring peace past destruction
Give and take
Life first
Although, now the other
inter-changed
always swapping
Lesson scribbled,
somehow showing balance
Murder, murder
Burn them all down
Cows fed milk
Humans fed by prices
Numbers showing souls
Phones bending spines
Spirits being snapped out
Breathe now
To live longer and fulfill,
beyond star lights and destiny fields
Clusters of distant souls
All bright shinning
Star light years ahead
Retelling existence
Origins beyond books
Crystal bells ringing
Adding to the hue
of sparkling red
Blue waters, mesmerizing
Ancient tales told in energy
Sang by the angels of Osanouba
Holders of the beginning
Creators of the ends of time
Instigating a "Mental Revolution"
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
Some of what I breathe out arrives here
keeping It 100 With You
Sometimes poetry gives you the voice
Poets bleed from the heart and soul
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Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
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