Hyms of the Fallen
Just a poem I wrote a while back, hope you enjoy:)
This time, its time
Define what's mine
My voice
My choice
A poignant point to anoint
Myself as king
Spread each wing
The angels sing
In sync
Sounds free
Like synchronicity
You see
I thought it up to me
To save the masses
mass of energy in movement
Moving to Be free
See the trees
Beauty in all
Let the leaves sing the songs of the breeze
As they dance towards the sea
Just be
Lost in all
Feels like awe
To the nth degree
As I fall
An angel who's lost his wings
An individual not swallowed by ideals
Of a clock with cogs that have no goal
Still blessed by a "god"
Given a power to Shine a light through the fog
For all the lost to view
A simple reminder
Of what you can do
When masks are torn off
When you embody your truth
Light your own way
Own your light
for tonight we fight
All the self-righteous eyes
As they try to pry
To perceive through eyes
That see through lies
My, my
Don't try to fake an enlightened state
Its time to redeem thyself
Live ones own hell
See the darkest day
Realize you're light and fight your way back
From the void of the night that's devoid of right
Wrong to assume societal norms
Are normal for you if they don't feel true
For contrast brings joy
In the separation of hate
Love lost
Is only lost
If we lose the feeling that love caused
It's a pleasure
It's pain
The gains will measure that of buried treasure
We all will relate when the next step
Rears its face
The efferent state
The expiration of this physical space
It's enough to contemplate existence
Exonerate the sins of the ones who hurt
Make their hate inert
Don't blame the earth or universe
For things not of worth
Heal the pain
Embrace it
Not through ignorance
Or a blissful placebo
A mantra of sorts
Like nothing matters, if we're all just matter
Moving though a moment in space
Creating meaning by how we relate
To a corresponding event
Then deciding its fate
Chosen by the exuberant power of the mighty
That might be
Divine in essence
Or just a singularity condemned by physics to stay in place
This moment is all
And all we exist in
The heavenly fall from the all
For experience
For growth
Nothing more
Nevertheless
Compress
It turns into infinity.
Time is nothing more
Yet its the stress
Of linearity that we must abide by
Caveats embellish the allotment
Of monumental moments
That exudes prosperity or freedom
So own it
Rename it
Defame it
Embrace this place
It's beauty
It's space
The never-ending wondrous atonement of karmic relations
That station the place we see
Call it reality
Views from a composite consciousness
Opposite spectrum emboldened
As we elect them
The delegates of hell
Come from the rectum of what I perceive as good
Yet contingency allows the optics to be altered
It's wordplay
it's absurdity
Trance states of unrefined uncertainty
Perfectly sliced
Like slices of pie
Lifted into the air
That turn into to rays shining down from the all-seeing eye
Magnification of representation of
The so-called Eloquent freemasonry
That stands stationary in time slash space
The waste
Using inequity to drive a line between
All of our minds
Don't mind them though
As they quote on quote win
The truth becomes transparent
The parent of truth becomes apparent
For all to view
About the Creator
Shea Matthew
Just a man making the best of reality.
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