staring through the bars

Now i lay me down

My soul does he keep

while the angel upon me

stays,

with shackles at my feet

i sleep

to the things

of wanderlust perils

held in check

he, standing vigil

guards at the door

doesn’t sleep for sake of mine

i am at this time at peace

who knows when I will rise

to seek another road

he will follow and guard

as he has and always will

to my final end of deed

of the final breath for me

all my life i’ve been bombarded

unchecked

like a plant upon the scene

simply taking in,

by default,

reacting to stimuli,

like a prisoner

rooted to the ground

staring through the bars

of empty space

though my mind always flies

in liberty of space

like a prisoner

staring through the bars

yet filled with words,

images and sounds

flowing, leaking,

like a never ending stream

at times torrential and frightening

at times by his sweet grace

sweet tranquil,

endearing,

stirs my heart by love

helps me stay in a right frame

keeps me from giving away

my freedom and choosing

losing hope

i have seen deeds

tasted his good,

i must choose

there is no other way

it’s just the way it is

i did not make the frame

and so it is for everyone

it’s just the way it is

seems so unfair

so easily deluded

i must concede

and deceived,

it’s by default

it’s just the way it is

i did not write the scene

without our history

it’s incomplete,

the world view

of who and what mankind is

most care not of yesterday

or much of tomorrow

just today the moment

for what’s been forced down

into our hearts

by the way things are

we’re simply here

we are,

like plants taking in,

reacting to night and day

like victims

the great majority

seems content

ignorance seems bliss

lies more easy to digest

at a fatal price

so much is missing

so much history

our real past

a great big lie

based on missing links

hidden away by those motivated

led by hidden powers and principalities

that fill in swarms the air around us

that hide the truth

some reduced to the fables

that apes are human ancestors

that we are gods

that there is no devil

so much,

so many thrashing about in pain,

confusion

people dying for lack of true knowledge

hardly ever asking why

though the truth is at our hand

here in america

though there be no complaints,

the opiates of the material

so long it lasts

it’s obvious

for the pleasures

we receive

they serve to mask

focus on the search for meaning

and if it weren’t for the hedges

of the moral good,

the unchecked, unbridled pleasure

held in check

by an unseen universal law,

that is love

for all will pass

all will end except for love

for which there is

in gratitude i say,

the innate reverence for what is good

for who is love incarnate

there are still enough for those who know

for those who seek the source

for those who care and pray

and ask and plead

for mercy it unfold

for those that heed,

we are not destroyed

many enter into the fold

willing to hear the voice

of the shepherd and obey

can we be faulted

for our crimes

if we have no history,

no guidance?

though we have no excuse

if we have been guided by divinity,

and even then we fall and falter

light does not hide

it never does,

unlike darkness,

which always does

the evil,

such a word

so unfashionable,

will appear stronger

than that of the light,

at times,

though it will never ultimately prevail

time and time repeated

it will rise and fall

even called good

and then

woe to them who so believe

by history i have learned

having come to this point

not be circumstance or coincidence

i concede my weariness of travail

it is the truest history,

wherein is the fail

and that is the reason

for my feeling of,

it is so unfair

for those who have not its grasp

how can we ever know?

such an overwhelming lack of history,

in its real sense utopian

i look upon the outward scene

through the prison bars

myriad bits of truth are scattered

by the worldly winds of unseen powers

each one on a different road

like red and yellow sparks

flying upward out of the pit

moving by different codes of awareness

though the truth surrounds each of us

the odds are stacked against us

some choose the ways they follow by default and habit

some work against the bits of truth they have

to satisfy their lusts

one truth that stands bold and clear

seems to be compassion versus hate

love of self over the weak and fallen

those in misery and pain

must not be neglected

misery of soul is a living death

only seen by those it seems

who have felt to love others in peace

in that midst of perpetual pain

constant toil

unexpected, unpredictable

at the ready like a coiled spring to spring

in a storm of turmoil

and so again

it seems unfair this consciousness awareness

that we have no choice on being here behind the bars

observing into space

and yet we have no choice but to live by choice

here we are

what will we do

where will we go with what we have?

good and bad

do we recognize the truth of them?

it’s one of our only choices

a major clue

we do not belong to our own

is we had no vote or choosing option

as to being born on this earth

we have no choice

as to when we will someday die

these two are truths

and so it seems

if we’re not our own

we should surely seek

to whom then do we belong

it seems unfair to me in light of all the things i see

that I should even find myself knowing

that I have found the truth

of who I really am

while myriads haven’t

who despise my esotericism

yet refrain to know themselves

to find myself as to who I am

and what reality is

may sound smug to those that do not understand

and may have to even me,

that the overall thing by what i speak

is nothing short of miraculous

and i wonder why me,

so fortunate,

so thankful in awe

to come to understand the things of the past

our history embedded

in the relics sparse,

what’s left of it

survived despite those that would hide it

and yet replete in cyberspace

hidden and shared in plain sight

survived in some who call themselves truthers

by grace divine and human indeed

In this wondrous age of knowledge increase

prophesied in Daniel’s book of mystery

i am filled with awe

as i stare

through the bars

of seemingly empty space