What Will It Take...?

Strategies that never found their way
into enlightenment. Electric glory
lighting up the nights. Dreams that seem
to fade within the light of sunny days.
What will it take to rise above it all...?

Moments out of time that live within
a majesty that never can quite be
described by human words or tense.
Tomes of ancient value that seep
quietly right through our modern lives.

Fighting deep within the mists
that never came again into the feel
of that one lover's kiss - so sweet,
and so complete, the feel of bliss.
Outdistancing the champions.
Perfection come alive within
the feel of flesh and form.

Until the bright of light that morning
brings. When once again, the loving's
pushed aside. And mental battles move
again, into the waking world of only man.
When, as their egos span the whole
of what could ever be, their little wills
are focused back upon the feel
of only narcissistic greed.

Why is catastrophe the need of man...?
While Mother Earth is pushed into the wings.
White, the cloaks of clans that judge
to punish any other not like them.
Condemnation to assassination.
Murder found within a distanced bomb.
Time machines and male queens -
represented as the wizard of the Oz.

In strategies that never found their way
into enlightenment. Electric glory
lighting up the nights. Dreams that seem
to fade within the light of sunny days.
What will it take to rise above it all...?

? Michaelette ?

9/7/2003
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