Dec 09, 2003 00:29
Speak
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Just to be able to speak.
And all of a sudden I was free.
I was drifting through the sky a winged lofty breeze.
Along I was through and through motion and energy.
About I was justly flying in my inner dreaming eye.
I was finding a place where I could soar high.
Above the clouds, the cities and the eyes.
Until I came upon a land in which I had remembered.
And from this place I was always in I knew I had returned.
From when I left I did not know, the people here were too carefree to know.
And so,
It goes,
That I,
Was born.
Into a land from which hell was sewn.
And heaven was created out of a thought form.
A rhythm which I knew not a long time ago.
But flew into from a round about flow.
Not knowing the time, the location, or the exact destination.
I arrived out of fate, out of indecision.
Just from being curious, and full of questions.
I wanted to know the meaning behind the meaning.
And so,
It goes,
That I was born. Into soul. From hell. Out of the well….I crawled.
Standing broken, a dead man no more is there on this world.
Just a rhythm. And into the being of conscious minds we may all go.
...:::KalypsoPhoenix:::....