Heavy is the casted die. The great gamble of our lives. To stoke the embers of memory. And will the next century. With faith thrusted forward, To front lines blurred beyond. We march… Into unforgiving oblivion, As history echoes at our heels. And yet we know… We have trailed treachery before… And yet no more… Staunchly we trudge muddy depths. Beyond beastly breath, As toothed talons rain from wingèd wake above. To pry us from…
In your eyes, is Eden. A dream of a grand reflection. Brought to brilliance by quintessence. Where earth and stone unfurl from the mist of the mind. Flourishing Thought with fauna. As wild trees draw breath. Beseeched by deep streams and still waters. Fermented foundations of one’s making. Spill forth from dreamed fixations, whenever you are near. Your name, carried through whispered winds, flow over nourished plains. Lulling consciousness beyond blue void so vast. To…
Kingdom of Sand. I know that I am. Your long begotten son, born from Rain and Stone. Though I am severed from thee, I am of thy Bone. I tread the Tides, so far from birth. Swayed by Mighty Winds, I hold firm to the Earth. Guided by Moon and Star, I have sailed thus far. Dreams dashed to the wilderness, I voyaged out with nothing less. With heart rooted to thy shore, I wished…
Cradle of life, Cradle it well. Essence of youth, Blossomed heart. Life is the first hard truth. A mirrored veil. Child of sunlight, Beacon of being Dashed to the jaws of the collective, They feast on imagined kingdoms. Muted origin, Unspoken fear… Twist like withered vines, Over a nourished soul. Drinking greedily from the cup. – J.R. Bastion