alien sights ignite soul fires
burn lost souls living white collar realities
and sweat leaves salt residues on forked tongues
we lie to mirrored reflections
and hope that the equivocation of three witches
is justification enough for blindness
our grandfathers never died of stress
they built hills when mountains were impossible
and found peace
they fought not with your education and knowledge
but with the beating of their hearts
and the memories of their fathers and mothers
our grandmothers never blindly opened their legs
to build castles in the sand
they molded family with love
and a strength that came from a bloodline fertilized with hope
your spirit was not carved out of concrete
but from the sands that your ancestors inhaled
the dream is an illusion
wake up and it shall become real
the dream is not a dream
so quit dreaming of dreams about fulfilling dreams
and live
a man once told me that life is what you make it
but failed to define the essence of making it
so we run in circles
and call the end the beginning
when we return to where we begun
city of lost souls is the place we call home
when home is where the heart paints reality in the sand
and identity is who you were as a child
i write words to be heard by my spirit
because i hear clearest when the page reflects my sadness
and turns it into happiness
i am we
an ordinary man
dreaming reality
All I have are words. All I can share with you is these words. Find your meaning. Digest and decide whether these words have relevance.
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