PureVolume

The terrible truth of discovering beauty

This was written sometime in February.....

These words are a mirror reflecting this final opportunity to redeem a tortured soul plagued with it's destiny.  The rebellious pursuit of an irresistable desire to feel was visited by the waking age, stripping the chain of loneliness and abandonment from it's suppressed fortress.  Innocence couldn't be sheltered by my premature doubt of the world that only meant struggle.

The stray wolf, the youthful scavenger, the lonely outcast lost all primal instincts to survive when the divine gave sight.  The eyes of a human heart left my content in solitude unsheltered and I evolved into a mortal with wings and was granted the gift to persue and to struggle.  In the initial flight I still couldn't fathom the intensity of vulnerability in my discovery of fulfillment and purpose.  I never escaped from the forest and I never reached the stars.  The closer I came to emancipation the beauty of the trechorous forest deceived my power of purpose and encrypted the direction to divine glory.  I had to forget about the light of peace.  Voluntarily discarded to survive avoiding the pain of unattainable glory and it's cruel possibility.  It wasn't until the last broken piece of purity was brutally smothered I left my body floating in the ocean.

My entity is a restless wind when I grow tired I dwell in the existence of the lost message that fortified my omen of solitude.  The pain I feel is the meadow that forfeits to the dirt and a weakness dragged me to the top of the mountain to speak to the sky.  I plunged to the earth from the cloud of heavy sorrow of many lost messages and many useless battles that remind me of all my failures.  Existence turned into the rain that returned me to the ocean and if I can awaken this body - I will emerge baptised in a flood.  A flood that will recollect the desire to discover love.  When the water dries these eyes won't see, the wings won't fly and the heart will commit suicide

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Wreckage

The years of strangled decay

Now the oxygen poisens the brain

When the message was mangled in face

I was silenced by shattering mirrors

Where from the wreckage lies truth

In the fog of the sorcerers fumes

All the souls of worth were consumed

And the tyrants were left to their ruins

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ILLUMINATE THE TRUTH

Although I would like to be a touring musician, in order for me to feel a sense of meaning, I would have to embrace making a contribution.  I've thought about being in the Coast Guard and did research on conditioning requirements for it.  I also considered joining the Peace Corp. but question if it is a realistic goal considering my criminal history and bad eyesight.

What is more important to me than the sad reality of a deceitful and corrupt global government structure is making a positive contribution to issues that many Americans take for granted.  Yes it does upset me that politics aren't an honest organization of individuals promoting principles that represent a common unified goal of liberty.  I feel that truth is vital to obtain freedom and it's hard to support individuals that want to feel important so they bullshit and brainwash people.  In this way we've allowed ourselves to be run by a circus organized soap opera and media coverage of it is more like reality t.v. than an honest portrayel of our government.  As discouraging as this fact is, it would be hypocritical of me not to want to contribute to the theme of our constitution which was written to enforce equality of opportunity.  I think that this theme should be the basis of the whole world - but I also understand how challenged and distracted society has become attempting to enforce the constitution which was supposed to be simple.  It's time to set the truth free.

ILLUMINATE THE TRUTH

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