All the words and not heard
Silence falls upon me
Conditioned quiet like a brick on my face
All the things to say and no one to hear
Listen they do as an obligation
Courteous “uh huhs” with no understanding
Yelling into a black hole
Forming words that no one receives
Energy flails through the wind with nowhere to land
Off I go to far off lands sick of the deduced silence
“There must be some who hear me”
Find them I must with my sanity barely strung
That thread, just one thread left
Tears soaking it’s fibers in desperation
Of a place I must let find me
Find it I do and find them I must
The post-awakening lost children
Finding their way against all odds
The misunderstood and lonely
The writhing effects of “have you lost your mind?”
The soulful “rejects” of a dying paradigm
Those relentlessly awoken to more
Those who can’t unsee what they see
Those transcending what’s possible
Lead by intuition
To corners of the world
To heal, to love, to reveaL
And find each other we do
Sanity restored in a new model and context
Soothing balm for the string of acidic deaths
Fill and fill and fill the tanks
With connections fueled by universal supply
Resounding resonance residing inside
The lost children found each other
The lost children found themselves
The lost children found their voices
New becomes steady
Steady becomes integral
Integral becomes innate
Innate, then becomes...required beyond the bubble
Back into the hornet's nest we go where
Enveloping unconsciousness still reigns strong
Except for the few
Into the fire the light blooms bright
Destruction at hand, irritation a constant
Presence and presence and presence demanded
My words matter and drip in potent truth
I will be heard amidst your depth of discomfort
The tension is my new comfort and home
Willing I am to relentlessly love you
Beyond your addictions and hidden selves
I call you forward to fly with the hornets
The hornets protect the hidden den
Of despair and pain and unresolved traumas
Hiding in my light is a feat unbearable
You may not hear me but I know you’re listening
Your soul soaking each vibration into your being
To remember for a time when spirit calls on you
The time is ticking, the pressure rising
You get to be right or you get to be free
You get to soak in my presence or loathe my absence
The choice is yours
Tick tock tick tock
Heaven on earth awaits
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