Eternity

Eternity

01/26/2016

His vision was eternal and unbroken

the truth in a world of words unspoken

he painted light in technicolor 

but he made it there and to another’s
 

journeys across the eyelids of heroes

who had joined a legion of leaders

teachers of passions, white and black

they never went to the school as apprentices 

their charm was a complex code of histories



He sketched justice without prejudice

dreams of love rose above an empire

what’s seen from up top of an endless high 

Brooklyn’s soul rises with the secret song 

In the fires, the pages of our stories, scorched

Our hopes, survived a controlled demolition.



Wild and revolving around the bright 

in a world re-turning, he was dream’s 

soundless rite that magical device 

through his advice kept recurring 

we were not demolished, but we emerged 

To be free and will continue to fight.



because his love was resolved with peace

warning, hopes unequivicable 

we can’t stop the millions, awakened

at the top of the sandstone walls

and the nature of salvation

for the art of creative character

he could impersonate like no other

he assumed a star, and similarly acted 

his hopes of strength that grew

yearning for the truth.



Oh his mind was a brave warrior

the future became an infinite paradise

a canvas for the life of a soul, voices

across the skies tainted worry red

her hands drew rainbows across night

while gravity fell, in love he wants it all

and their hopes were not misled by the bell 



We were an uninformed generation

covered with the scars of white lies

And red lines across the earth 

The black walls were a perception

of revelations of human birth 

bad static in the background of

relationships with Mother Earth 



When mighty angels huddled close

because gravity made them lovers

behind the music of prophecies

was a secret so inspirational

it made the heights seem conquerable

even when we were so distraught by 

the props of our rights conditioned.



in a circle spiraling down backwards

in a circle spiraling down backwards

when the middle was divided

and all fortunes were predicted

In this house of cards, the bastard bards

the poisoned wards of fiction 

rewritten for sedition and repetition.



switching lanes to formulate

drunkard wars for future children to hate

that were underscored by

the voice of a mountain

because when you underlined

the world’s new foundations.



the people begin to think it’s far too late

with fear in their hearts and

boots on her ground

the answer was going to be found.



The soldiers continued their march 

The rush for a newly crowned oligarch 

Searching in veins of unfounded youth 

false flags with poised hypocrisy, respite 

They searched the world for the menace

who attested to their names in a book of blight.



interstellar evolution collided 

with future smart’s derision, 

the challenge of the new century

we don’t checker coat false starts, an ageless 

Sign for the fall of the red carpet call

 false devotion can’t cross these walls, or the ocean

but he can break out of that binding

and he can release the divine spring awakening



We’ll search for the evil dislocation

what was the cost? crosley crosby john crow

does love trump will, does cash, it does not

what was lost and what had we bought?



We’ll search their eyes to see our

own reflected distant stares

one united in the game of the

best and strong burning down the

third world, fallen nation, with a 

chaotic beating, heart



This house of cards of name and

of gentrification, our debased blood

a collection of people dying

love is our one solution

to surmise the demise of our lives.



So look forward to the polar ice caps melting

Stare ahead as the new world’s freezing

the ozone that’s disappearing, open up

stay the course of a future false engineering keep cheerleading, as your jesus bleeds on the cross....and mary weeps alone
in the catacomb of what was, soon forgotten.



keep believing that when this is over

when this little clock of sand has run out, 

this one you know so well

keep counting those smile lines, 

the dividends, let’s just be real



the heavens were unstoppable even

In a false world, I am real

Truth was all about.....

a provocation of thought

really.....why did I even ask for 

or anything at all, when all of us

were meant to fall

destined to collide with something

that meant everything that defined us, not words

eternal sparks, individuation, the art 

of imagination the thought that changed

everything, his soulful spirited victory

that means everything to me.