Drive It Home Poem by Vision Ghost

The palest of enigmas to exact a conscious elevation of impassive joy
Tinted upon the higher creation of out spanned freedom from viceroy
To breathe free in the undulation of life’s emotions swaying to times wind
Unlocked and yet ungoverned still thrown to cautions step unpinned

Unstable and free in conjunction to a yearlong systematic mosaic of tears
Fallen in the gravity of soils nurture be not that from inexperienced fears
Milk the breasts of comprehending the great lecture of life and death
Under stone or ash to the gales, speak your truth before your final breath

Yearn vibration, feed your soul; a linkage of explored mind and opened heart
Feel your fingers fall in freedom of illuminated pictorial mirroring of your own art
The truest self example of the wings spread to capture the epitome of living
Abundant and charismatic from that of the peace driven yield far from surviving

Reaping heat thou never burn in fire yet engulfed in greatest thermal tangibility
Of the passion upon the finger tips of all mankind sowing the crops not the atrocity
To extend visionary idealism under gazed deities to reach up and take hand
For the belief of this greater universe higher than the clouds above our land

Contemplate, then actuate, replicate and repeat play now kiss the one you love
Never let your soul be the subsidiary of the unnoticed, cry loud to what is above
Reach far higher than expectation; touch the underneath of stories so far untold
Be that of the legend in yourself to sell your product not to have humanity sold

Let the tears of sympathy fall to soften the chapped hands of the poorest nation
Embrace the bodies of the weak and nourish upon kindness as your own salvation
For your arms will and can always outstretch further than the weapons of war
We are all still babies and infant to the galaxies’ locked and unseen metaphor

Run wild in the fields of the free with the wind beneath the great plan for peace
Becoming the arisen of the untainted and recognised abilities to never cease
Fear not what is the potential destiny upon the carvings of texts in bloodied stone
Conjoin this of our purest bloods to take my hand while we fly and drive it home