I climb the mountain Stars alight like shinning fountains The moon becomes a river of dreams Love flows in the veins of the stream From the mountain top,From hence i look down I feel so high I am wearing a crown The world is so tiny ,my voice becomes mute A world full of music,I hear the wind the magical flute My arms stretched out as i spun around I laugh and smile and fall to the ground The sun the warmth,a face of love And with gods love the world is full of grace

The Father,My love The Son the child The heart ,The mind Of love and pain And the tears he weeps Cures and tames Those minds in darkness With candles in flame And gives a home To the poor and insane For he will heal ,With a tender love Then fall and touch On bended knees All he wants to do is love and please

The sun and the moon created a child Their own true child,A child of pure love and warmth Filled with all nature of true love And filled with all nature of the sun and warmth A child that watches and as he looks Because he loves he heals and protects And he moves so no one can really see And the child is called jesus A true love and warmth for those in need

Always remember,God stands beside you You see the truth,day and night Father time heals and protects the world And the planets give order to all space and time He is the warmth of the universal mind And the father is the warmth of the sun And pure love of nature the mother the moon She moves the tides with her heart she is the tide of all calm seas And all emotions are the elements of life

we were not thoughtless more so thought avoidant where if anything can be something it is no-thing spurning reality as it is for what we wished it could be egos so fragile we dared not look into our mirrors refraining from reflections we disdain preferring guises of peripheral neuropathy imagining we are the sun on a rainy day and calling that vision as if wishing were weather we built our houses from perhaps painted our doubts white and named the paint clarity no questions asked

When we give up all hope How does our minds react Do we fight for justice Do we become a victim of our Thoughts Is no hope turned into The last reasoning And the lasting reasoning is always violence The last reasoning is war The last reasoning is killing The last reasonimg Is our last hope

There are flowers growing inside me, Which I've been watering with all of my love I wish I could tell you; How much you meant to me. To prove the love- I'll pluck all the flowers growing inside me, And will give you a bouquet of Unsaid I love you.

Monad is one A unit united A dream that is shared A common belief We dream of the unsung Unity is one A dream for tomorrow A time yet to come Love + peace everyone Try and have fun !

our shadows seek us wanting to feel, to breathe again animate a living corpse shambling through a soulless life minds pop when programming stops melancholia descending as a funeral shroud a shared social psychosis when they perceive those truths once held so dear were manufactured never real and all they thought was real were hungry ghosts hiding in the shadows manifesting as electrons through telecom vectors sitting on your chest at night feeding on your fears hive mind

a smile and peace sign recorded for an instant to disappear in 24 hours as if it never happened her makeup was amateur compared to the professional job on the face of the body in the background the older ones scowled the younger ones waiting in line pulled out their phones texting friends a continent away who sent a picture of their last supper doom scrolling events in places they don’t live of people they don’t know like skipping a water stone they only touch the surface the story of the life that was reduced from a deep ocean to a mere 6 feet