Twinkle twinkle..You shine.. 
We see, 

Take notice,

 you are unsure..

We capitulate, you remain humble..

We give honor, you go on about your day..
You walk with swollen pride, they don’t know why..

They confer among themselves.. They found out why, but would never allow you to know..
It’s funny.. Because you go about your day regardless.. 

Twinkle, twinkle.. You shine..

Maybe you may want to step back and lose focus.. Lose the concentration on the now.. And all the circumstances the now presents…

It’s all an attempt to dim the light..
Imagine a twinkle so bright the darkness would have no choice but to fear…. 

Imagine..

What good is imagination if you do nothing but go about your day..

If you can’t see the then coincidentally with the now… 

What’s the point of a twinkle at all…

The people spoke..

The universe tells..

Let go of the past.. Release the history.. That’s the only way to move forward..

Unfortunately that theme doesn’t resonate with me..

History can’t be let go when it’s embedded with so much Hate..

The only reciprocation is punishment..Action without consequence isn’t freedom.. It’s a lie..

I am here to alleviate.. Bring forth truth..

The only truth I know is selection.. Divine order.. 

And choices require responses..

A pruning is to occur… 

The next echelon will not land on us.. We must usher such forth.. The Gatekeepers of humanity must do their part.. And we must do ours..

The lion will not roar.. And the dragon will not soar.. Without the choices of our Will being activated…

An uprising..       In which no soul is safe..

What’s your choice?

Because you know you’re great, people will often require a physical manifestation of such to justify it so, that’s of no necessity and isn’t your obligation to provide..

My DNA knows slavery.. But it knew God for much longer..

It’s only natural… Elasticity.. I gravitate back to my natural state….

Shock.. Traumatized Phenomena… Circumventrical exploration of soul… Rat racing back to it’s most poignant tragedy..

My brothers, yes, knew slavery but it’s the least of all they know..

My gods knew rape… But remain the gatekeepers of humanity.. The purveyors of all mankind.. So the fruit of her labor is just.. And the torment her soul feels is justified.. 

Can you continue to test her Will?

We know hope because our future is our past…

So in the mean time.. It’s the stress of the present that clouds our judgement… Fried our clairvoyance and foresight of anything worthwhile..

Rat racing to the present is a fantastical tragedy..

But we endure.. And find a way to to see love through the static of corrupted sight…

Love is all we know… And it’s our only tangible manifestation of our Great..

If the sun dies.. Does not the earth along with it..

Don’t stay proud of who you are.. It’s quite circumstantial.. Who you are can dissipate from this life to the next..

The solar eclipse of reality caste when the moon dictates what should be…

The moon is the hidden truth that remains hidden behind the Sun’s ego..
What you are will always remain.. 

And what I am is of the most high..
The stuff where magic procreates…

But the reflection of who I am dances in the moon light.. The Sun often betrays the truth, until another shows you exactly who you are…

When the mirror is held to your face… And the reflection you see burns the flesh.. Do you run from the pain.. Or seek a glimpse of who you really are… In spite of the pain…

Do you really want to know who you when the tide sets.. Are you comfortable enough with what you are to not let who you are corrupt what you have and will become?

When the Sun dies.. Do not the other planets along with it?

What is sleep without a dream.. The same as life is without a dream…

Plastic child… Chase your plastic dreams…

Your image is nothing.. I don’t believe in it..I know you hold it near and more than dear to your heart.. But it has no loyalty to you.. None…

Don’t you sleep every night and feel forsaken? Did you not know what that aloneness was?
You build it up your image, and even put your soul into it.. Identifying with the facade.. But, fuck the truth huh?

Because the truth is, I see you..

And you don’t want that.. You don’t want anyone to see you.. You want to hide behind all your fears and ambitions.. A lil babe wearing a Knights armor..

But, fuck the truth

Your truth is dying.. Excuse me, I said your truth is dying and your spirit along with it..

What good is a soul if it vibrates out of frequency?

Is a body without use of a soul any more worthwhile than plastic?

They would lead you to believe… And the fact they do and aren’t questioned is the true tragedy…

Some Suns shine brighter than others..The sun traverses the universe.. And like any vortex, it brings those within it’s reach along with it..

So which star shines bright for you.. The brightest blaze garners the most attention…Whom do you put your faith.. Where are they taking you? Or maybe it’s you and you’re the center of your universe…

Suns never burn forever.. Eventually they become moons adhering to a power that’s plenty greater..

I prayed to the sun.. There was a time.. I bathed in the Rays of the sun until I perceived a false truth…

I realized it was my energy she basked in all along.. And what is a man to do with such a profound truth.. What do you do when the wonders of your soul’s radiance is blinding–quite overwhelming..to any and all perceivers…

Do you diminish the bright? Do you allow others to direct your vortex.. And what can a sun do with all these planets in its orbit…

I’ve seen a sun bleed tears…

I’ve seen a sun scorch earth..

I’ve seen a sun lose its way… Focusing on the surrounding planets and where they’re going when really you’re leading the way..

Shine and they will follow…