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Naught before me and naught behind I go on and on though deaf and blind. I travel on through that Abyss And dearly remember a gentle kiss. Stripped of all that I was, Abandoned even by Aiwass - My Way, though dark, must be tread - Or my fate, for certain, will be dread. O I remember a glorious plan Set in a far, far away land; And I remember a woman so dear, But memory and hope fades I fear. All was surrendered on a promise made, But Glory was covered by Reason's shade; And now I travel a Pathless Way - Nevermore may I see the Light of Day. For naught is before me and naught behind; The Demon of this Waste on my heart doth dine. Slow and steady I advised everyone - The advice was superb so it had to be done; Yet as one may move too fast on the Path, Moving too slow may incur great wrath. The times are desperate on this Earth And the elite of this world wait for a birth. I dawdled and danced--took my time - But the temple is disordered and time is not mine. So the Secret Ones pushed me forward - Too careful was I--not a coward, And I find myself in a darkness without kind With naught before me and naught behind. May the Gods help those that take that Oath When leadership they find they loath. Many must follow and few can lead And the leader's heart must always bleed. But on he must go until Himself he doth find With naught before him and naught behind.
* * * Long ago and far away I dreamed a dream of Love - So glorious it was - Inspired from Above. From the Moon a Silvery ray fell upon my bed; The ray took form so beautiful and this is what she said: "So long I've watched you from Above; so long desired you. Come to me, my darling man," and to her arms I flew. Ecstasy was mine, and joys beyond belief - Behind me was all sadness and finished was all grief. This life of mine had meaning; existence was pure joy, But life is filled with cruelty and man is but its toy. Something happened, I know not what, that woke me from my dream Desperately I looked about and found no living Lunar beam. If there is a Hell and Heaven this then it must be: In waking do we suffer and in dreams to Heaven flee. But wakefulness is long and constant, dreams so quickly die. I rage within my wakefulness and weeping question "Why?" When dreaming all is wakefulness and awake all seems a dream So which then is Reality - (UNFINISHED)
* * * Life you are a thief, stealing all my time. You offer empty promises and take all that is mine. You give me hopes so glorious, so wonderful and bright - Then you dash them to the earth - I ask you is that right? But Man is not to be destroyed by your wicked whims - He'll go on ever valiant, singing battle hymns. Man will rise to you, O Life, and take that which is his, For Man is more than Man, you see - Man is That which Is.
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