The Hidden World

The Future Is ~ 1

There is no era more than now
to embellish upon lies fallen down centuries
as we sit watching suns going down
drink of lust in our hands,
seeing only visions
Yesterday carved in stone
winds blow away the rushing waves
When all that comes before it,
will be the sound of drums
upon mountains
as soldiers carry swords
to pierce the sides of Adams rib.
None other can come
than the already spoken.
No word,  nor refuge for the hallowed
Earth bellows under weight,
In the labour she is in.     ~IW~

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I know you see me, on the other side of our oblivion.
Curiosity knows no bounds, and though we put ourselves aside to walk another day without sight, we still wish to know.

Inside the dark, under the covers of your eyes I shift passed your view and you push my image aside answering to the voices you hear full well.
But those ones in your head? Like mine? The sounding echo off the wall between your spirit and mine, that never needed to be built except for preservation of sanity.

Tell me my dear, are you sane now?
Are you content? I know you are. I understand this sanity as one day passes to the next, as normality drives you mad.
It is what you wanted isn’t it?

Isn’t it?
To be content. To be sane. To be somehow normal and live a normal life.

To be happy.

Are you happy without answering to my voice? Does your heart race as fast as your despair consumes you? Does confusion darken your horizon as deeply as epiphany emblazons your truth? Does passion swell inside your soul as it does inside your garments? Is your sword held at the ready as tightly as your will and lack thereof is held at guard?

The choices we make do not always come with the price tag attached.

IW