Rainbows- A form thats seen but never solid sits bold in a sky big enough to its vastness fill it appears along side rains and sun a byproduct of their total sum as if they in a dance together like magic an arc that ends never never seen as bad but good never spoken of as evil just towards it feelings of love like a Dream for just a moment broken through to real life Even if life feels living a nightmare or happily flying high in life living the dream you reach and live it Have all you could imagine yet this uninvited addition is always welcome It’s appearance is never seen as a Grimace Not an intrusion of life’s scene But a happy image added makes The heart from the state its in lighten slightly by your eyes seeing That colour filled bow across a sky like tormented Sky’s that hang weighted Seemed in a Release of weight they carry show a happy after feeling by displaying in a banded form the full spectrum of the primary colours In a arc shaped like a smiling this felt atmospheric change we feelSmiling back in empathy at the happy sky above Showing openly a bow we see like when a person glows when happy A phantasm like a fires flames there but not Real but illusory a sight to us needs validating When each others eyes confirm what they see giving it form but too sight only the eye can sense it but nothing else This lack of sensuality discourages the mind to think objectively of rainbows as a object in the sky tells you its illusion all Agree yet magic all the same to see about it legends and myths can be read Of Gold at ends of either side Ends to a Bow never have any reached the bow that’s seen by many in the sky Spoken of by many still has never been touched legends state and myths made About this golden treasure trove A meaning that Got twisted over time the gold is the instruction to view The lens of which to see rainbows hidden stripes Found past and before the primary 7 out of sight of the naked eye Yet Gold has mystic alchemy A different set of traits ,forged a different way

One common line throughout great scriptures read of pasts worshipped ,followed as truth hallowed Be the pages so many have died to protect A truth not understood but told Driven the Fuel be the words for many things great and bad As equally an excuse used To commit which Devils should A root fear based by life is the Devil disguised himself Scared to live not wrong but right A judgement only you can make if heaven remains unfound below Expect it not above when gone Bliss of heavens and torments of hell are felt alive not dead A minute by a painful feel Is too long a anguished thing And those joy full felt are to quickly spent and ended God or what that represents is in residence next to us Heavens made of love in life hells fires are pain and fear Evil is a man made act and good a choice you make in life Judgement is easy to make But should be saved for yourself For when time to you is stopped In truth you start another journey From which point it begins Depends on what in life you learn Not what a books pages told you

You look for love As told to seek it as a child told what it looks And feels like It’s the same as happiness Start Searching as life’s work as something to look to dream towards Get sold a fable of it being happiness the two are one Fairy tale after fairy tale, cartoon after cartoon ending A message drummed into minds sat when most malleable as exacting fact to attain drip feed a dream to craft desire for a Prince Charming And to be rescued , live happily ever after , wait for another to take life from bad to good a rescue of distressed damsels Made to think this the only way to get the ending of happiness every child dreams to have Put dependence of one’s own happy ending in another’s introduction to your own chapters it one needs to have like instructions to find its whereabouts as if it’s path set this not true We can re write and change the narrative the ending also is upto you and you can write what ever one you want to have Like happily Ever after or to be continued, perhaps n The End full stop as a finished story Maybe even leave it open ended and make a book just one Too a whole series or anthology The book is yours to write yourself what they sell is just their formula give you a pen and ink The plan is to try get you to write what they want But the pages are yours and the pen not essential Use what ever stylus you want And fill pages with your own content make it original and unique Those who use their formulas never make a book worth any body’s time to read and all read the same front to back covers and so the indoctrination to hide it from you that’s started from your birth its true they want only their book to be the shining piece to read by making sure no others is better to read the moment you can hear I LOVE YOU From the parent that’s all you know But history teaches through the transport Of sadness , tragedy and cruelty feeling has shown all to often is a statement Spoken much but not always sincere smashes your trust it’s even real caps your dreams to shroud it to a controlled level denying you a truth they want a secret kept from you Never want you to be free A happy soul for them it hard to control light and airy no grip can hold

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮 vibration can be trapped By a crystal In geometric cell crystals hexagonal structure Traps a moment specific In Frequency and vibration within The labyrinth of prismatic layers Like an echo heard back A moment stored as a song when heard is the crystals voice singing its vibrations tells of moments gone When tuned into By restricted receivers as sensuality perceives And hidden stories no senses can read , waiting till we expand our spectrum and see past the walls by a conscious expansion can clearer the song be perceived in full There’s more to life than meets the eye And not what it looks like And not what you think It takes a deeper look between the lines hides a knowledge not light will shine to show or dark the place it dwells it sits a different way in a different spot Just passed the stars behind the sun a vibration so high no crystalline polygon can hold it in a angles prismatic shape and like a opera singer hitting a note just right the glasses in the room shatter This can be true of reality it’s self held by nothing more than a harmonic arrangement in gentle hum till waves part each others harmonies that amplified and held together firm simply fall apart

Set; the sun does lie -- in a westward way, when light from sky is taken -- half a planet away, upon a nightly black --does come the star parlay. A empyrean view unveiled --a ubiquitous curtain is drawn, omnipresent; though you are -- terrestrial; I am born so view by a window; whose limit be, dusk- till -dawn. achromatic black , that hosts a perennial display; marching on the sky a myriad up high Crimson-Red sapphires , emerald green , to pearls; incandescent little gems ; do pass in orbital whirls. a beauty that unto any,--a truism I say; any that utters different--mendacious words are they. A myriad of stars , with omnisciently way aeon -to -aeon have sat; within a nights swarthy at a distance parsec's away come the dawning hour upon the easts -first blush, a velvet blue -- days coming; comes in no hastily rush, gently ebbs ; the scintillation -- from your pageantry, then with seeming earnestness you become eyeless to me