FEAR AND FAITH

we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

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Let’s resonate your faith with your fears;
as it appears to the be your weapon in despair;
dragged out from your soul- like a sword from its sheath;
like the only content in your one bullet shell;
as you move your vision away from yourself, from your ability to something else;

 
For without fear, faith is extinct- for the correlation between this two is too strong, it’s like a bond, a bond amidst two twinned souls.
And the greatest fear, now, as become, the fear of one’s self,
No one can kill you more than you yourself- for we slaughter snippets of our souls as we procrastinate on our vision, our dreams.

 
we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

 
How then do we get to the sky? Soar among the birds in the cloud?
This battle within the silent chambers of our mind has to be won;
and the ultimate weapon for victory, is the AK47 of Faith.

BLISSFUL MIST

The moon- the bulb that flint up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

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The moon- the bulb that flints up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

Appearing in cloudless portion of sky,
As the gloom stays malign;

You close your eyes,
And your minds become playgrounds of skating ice;

Introspection does the compass point,
Down the retro Isle of connective dots;

Lying in your color-mixed pallet,
Filling in those caret;

Into dreams you’ve always had,
Wet dreams where mermaids fly;

Time lost- hopeful to restitute,
Even if to prostitute;

Your ideas: in a ruffled geans,
In return, for the blissful mist.