The Republic of Innocence
I am nothing
I am but a speck of dust
My life my soul my spirit
Is not mine
I am but a form
Me, my shape my self
Is not mine;
I am but a sound
My music my note my tune
Is for the celestial round
I am but a smile
my face, eyes, looks
are are for a while,
I am but a thought
my idea vision, purpose,
Is for the Heaven
The Pure The Holy The Forever
I am, but Love
Love that is pure and just
I am but a speck of dust.
Gone are the Days of Peaceful sojourning
when flutes blew notes of tunes so sweet
when words were words of love and treat
when horses trotted on the cobbled street
a lone policeman was right on the beat
innocent laughter filled the backseat
there was no winning losing or defeat,
Who is the Master of the Feat
Who are we trying to cheat ?
Forgotten Achilles’ vulnerability?
proud Odysseus’s Ordeals Cold Death
or Killing Heat? There is, but a Terror
Filled , Uncertain, grave deceit.
Who is ready to face,horrible Afreet?
Yet, all to fall, is, Destiny
I bleed in spirit, Necromancy spelled
a virtual heart pinned obsolete;
Insincerity hatred blatantly rampant
Celestial spheres restless, Poseidon fears
As Grecian Venture sets a new Fleet
My Quest moves on, by the Oracles
Will find the Golden Fleece
I have sacrificed and prayed to
the Heavens, for Victory and peace
I know by Obedience and service I
Will kill the Minotaur and succeed
to complete The Sacred Justified
Brave, Ordained Odyssey!