the stars lie atop the roof dear boy,
all you have to do is climb up and reach them.

why does it hurt thee, though i wish it to do good,
and why does it overtake me, though i stomp it out?
i can only do what i know to do in meditation,
for without You i am nothing, lost, without purpose.

cantus firmus, oh sing my soul,
but why not of the ancient chant?
can i sing this song in my heart
in the way it was giv'n to me?

under no control of mine,
it happened yet again.
i still feel robbed, sort of,
but then again releived?

on the green hills shall i pray, shall i pray
on the green hills shall i pray
for my Lord has giv'n me great joy today
so on the green hills shall i pray

i tumbled down into a well tonight
but instead of sinking deeper into the quick sand
i leaped up out of that place and ascended the mountain top
i was stilled, quieted, healed, then i descended back into my place

as i place the letters to form words,
and then the words to form phrases,
and then the phrases to form a letter,
i shall hold fast to the greatest emotions of my heart.

it is now the time that we must embrace the familiarities of the past
these, that have and will continue to bring up the weary, heal
not to become a slave master, yet rather a reminder, a hope

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methinks twas the morn ere this day
that the world awakened me on the wrong side of where i lay
but i am here now, and some precious rest came to me

as i meander up the rosary,
memories and thoughts begin to fill my mind,
as sand fills the bottom of an hour glass.
there is more, much more, so much more,
but this, my simple plan, must suffice for now.

as the aroma fills the void,
the clouds in my eyes lift
and i now know what truth is

pain is all around,
yet i have joy to grasp,
and i thank Him for you

put a starstreak before me
that brightness may overcome
the light piercing through existence

the last stretch is before me
i shall pursue the trek
clarity comes with the morning dawn
and my soul will be at peace!

reality strikes, realness becomes life,
the airiness of the enchanted beyond is almost forgotten
a mountain's highest top still rises above the fog,
yet the base cannot ever be found
the sound of waterfalls crisply breaks through the mist
but the eye shall not see their splendor
the cool breeze sweeps across the senses,
and that sensation shall remain fresh upon us.

the flames that leap from your eyes
singe the edges of my soul
just enough so that i may feel the burn
yet i remain unharmed by the pyre

this mediocrity for which they have settled
shall become the death of all which is new
i cannot yeild to this devastation
but i would rather hinder their misefforts

i became imprisoned in a dream during the night
i was aware, completely aware, and i could not flee
i knew what would happen, and i feared the future
i could not escape, though, i could not stop it
i ran from realm to realm, searching for help
i found my way back to safety, though not unharmed
i fell and was wounded, and my heart was pricked
i returned, though, to my true mind at my place of rest
 
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the continuum of time presses onward,
we are pressed ever closer in this place
i can feel the others nearby,
and we are very close, too close

the strand unravels, and the interworkings become visible
the unexpected surfaces, and the shock is not so intense
the thread is not so complicated, but in fact weak

as you lay your head softly upon your pillow t'night,
know that you are cared for, you are thought about,
there is hope and there are great things in store for you,
as it has been made known to many.