A Joy

The Great Bear lifted his head,
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good
The stars reminded him of past days,

but the pattern in his mind’s eye,
was so different to those he was use to.
He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.

Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.
To all fellows he gave perfect love.

Hearing my life as I listen to music

Life is music cause someone still breathing produces

It seems useless trying to hide my emotion

Something within me refuses to remain a hermit

Confusion is conducive Damn my style is a nuisance

Seems like my rhytmn abuses rhyme on purpose

Abusive what do to the instrumental

HALLELUJAH
Religious wars, where absolutes are proven neither wrong nor right,
Have body counts that must show war's absurd.
Religion has, for centuries, been generating heat, not light
With slashing swords excused by Holy words.

Though generations fight to make their true God number one again;
Though thousands die for crescent or for cross.
Fanatics on both sides still wade across vast seas of blood and pain,
The meaning of the scriptures now long lost.

In early times the Ubeline
had fallen from their grace divine
when Ubelon, their kin and lord
against the Master's solemn word
transgressed and tarried long in sin. 5
The errant angel hid within
the confines of his solitude
as outlaw from the multitude
that gathered round the throne of Him
who made them all. Where light was dim 10
and shadow crept beyond the wall
of the expansive, ornate halls
the Master made. Where night was kept,
was where the errant angel slept.