the romantic philosophers of the third kind...
How’s your brain? i’m overflowing... im in love with so many poets and finding i am loving life more and more each day. an epiphany emerges and this all dawned on me, i believe i am channeling from the universe’s (one verse) playbook to reality...i call it the library of light, where all the stories ever written are waiting to be told. we are mere actors on a cosmic stage echoing infinity. our tribe’s title, warriors of the light. fallen angels forgotten, amnesiac awakening, we vibrate with purpose to change the tides of tithes and cast aside the shadows lurking and overreaching... romantic philosophers of the third kind emerge and bare witness, interstellar indigenous, universal homeless, eternal suffering...our love will shine away the abyss. with a vision of omniacceptance, enveloping all. we transcend. existing on multiple levels of reality and reverberating throughout time and space cataclysm disintegrating parallel possibilities and bringing unity to realities. our stories are written and channeled through vessels of light. we are the angels of the light. hold our hands and rejoice in the love and respect and humanity and connection and respect for life. peace. understanding. humility. Waking up in this plane Taking decades to explain Our purpose Though we always sensed and felt it Sensitivity and connection beyond compare We were the children who cared The teens that dared Reckless and bare As adult we share We build up we contribute We donate to the ultimate Our art is life force freedom Giving wings to doves that dove down Giving hope to bleak and broke blokes that choke on gun smoke We awake ourselves first And around us lights turn on As we sing and share our verses and song ——————————————— It won’t be long now No, we won’t have a choice or Where to go The time will come The time will go And our actions affect every plane We will be effective at making the change To unleash the grief of the travelers bleak To help them go through it And not around it or avoid it We can fly over them As they go through it And assist them in surviving the pain like a skewer Right through the heart But we won’t place on the fire That tenderness means they can add to the score The music crescendos as fly on above We see the suffering and call out with our love “We see you we love you we hold you always. We know what it feels like with loved ones in the grave. The good news the veil is actually quite thin. We can’t let them out but we can let you in.” They dive into the pain As we watch with great care The tendernous shared The tears impaired The sight but we felt them We saw them with our hearts As they crossed over Angels they became Living on earth with the same earthly name Butaware now Deeply knowing That time is not fixed That ancestors are here and we are also present We are past We are future We are not an illusion Alluding the it but the clarity snaps through the confusion The thing is We love so far beyond scope That the timeline can’t handle it The timeline can’t cope We can feel the love of our ancestors here and our future generation can fill with our tears We transcend time and space And the whole human race Finds out about angels As they stand in one place They don’t need to travel They way that we have They can stand still and sense it As we beam down the path They can walk very clearly Down a treacherous path ahead And we steer them with guidance that downloads to our heads ——————————————— trust to the universe and the empty plans that ring true in the now how the vows of angels arouse inner strength insofar as the span of my wings i will bleed mercury spew forth glass shattering rants as diversity in the grand library we speak of the past is future present and the now is all we can allow now is the moment and you are cycling out of vibration get in the groove and let your vibration harmonize weaponizing love and contradictory beliefs beneath the sheets we keep strange bed fellow but that is neither here nor yellow hello?! get on our level as we transcend art and science i get violent in my archetype when i write white noise over static lets get at it and spread the love box out mean mugs and sing the chorus of a zillion stars
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