Dark desolate deserted jewel Left to be found in light of a certain fool Feeling of energy around Hope glistens, secrets found Do you know the warmth and power A mockery of such evil, a cold shower? Invocations divine Tales of travel from the vine A dusky story of mine Attaining wisdom, souls forgot Stuttering silence in a vacant lot Diamond forever, freezing minds Wisdom unleashed summoned I to beseech Inquiring minds often times are led astray To labrinyths of old A god-man upon his resting bed Praying voices, mistruths fed Down in the ancient valley Lies a serpeant weeping Forgotten by the satyr forever sleeping A nod of head, sight of dead Truth lies beyond the gold mine This kingdom of pleasure A grave forever Where will you be when the first bell tolls? Beckoning your time has come A river flows through human shell Fault in the dale a visage of hell Life begins in thrusting bodies Karmal delight, two in the night Spinning a web tangled Conception is sacred, star spangled Listen to this tale of American love A story of beauty, a virgin, a white dove The lovers become one Arousal begins in the setting sun
You, kind one, are prophetic and deep. Much love and I feel ya... every word. So I quote the whole piece again for emphasis. Let us all find the harvest of our own planting.
