Spark’s Purpose
A Freelance Expression
Like golden sparks
left by the past of dark images
glow in the gathering of unity
just as the nations gathered,
they sung,
to a night sky in hope of an eternal new.
Frequencies of their light glimmer,
high ampage territories reclaimed
to not one holder but for all to now see.
They were finally set free,
the flock come undone
and holy smokes had thy won.
Loveless lovers painted low
kites sailing bright their
star light.
Lullabies twinkle golden;
a broken hole for all release;
chains of television cracked
but where are they at
with cracked screens?
Nature calls to set priority to oneself —
“you influence your tribe,
so do it in a way every one will survive.”
Time comes short,
lessons are long,
when purpose is our call,
what message is received —
and what do you bring?
How will you respond?
When you look around,
would you be satisfied with all that you’ve done and what you’ve found?
From this side of town til now.
So it seems,
I’ve the one found crowned,
within a halo held by horns
as said when I was a child.
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All pieces of our universal puzzle,
parted by our seas of blue,
land of every ancestor before
held up now by a large roar —
our world’s voice.
