Rise Beyone The Shadow

2024-11-11T00:05:00.002-08:00

In shadows deep, where fear resides,
A voice persists, in darkness hides—
It whispers doubts, spreads seeds of dread,
Hopes to rule what we have bred.

But we are more than whispered lies,
Than brittle fear in darkened skies;
We are the strength that holds the light,
The force that rises through the night.

Let those who clamor, rant, and rave
Be hollow echoes in the cave,
For we hold truths they cannot twist,
In every hope, in every fist.

Our voices weave a brighter song,
For those who know where they belong—
Not bending low to fear's demands,
But standing tall with open hands.

Our love’s too fierce, our hope too strong,
To yield to what would make us wrong.
Through clouds and storms, we still believe—
A brighter dawn, a chance to grieve,

Then build again with hands of grace,
For we refuse to lose this place.
In unity, we plant our claim—
This land, this truth, this holy flame.

We are victors, not vanquished souls,
Our fire ignites, our spirit rolls.
No lie, no plot, no scheme can bind
The power held in hearts aligned.

They'll shout their fears, they'll brandish might,
But we stand tall, and we stand right.
For we are heirs of truth and will,
A steady force, alive and still.

Through trials, through tempests, we remain—
Our dreams are carved from joy and pain.
We’ll hold this ground, we’ll sow and reap,
And guard the promises we keep.

Together, we are iron-willed,
Each voice a bridge, each hope fulfilled.
This world, this life, our hearts defend—
Our courage grows; we do not bend.

For we are victors, strong and free,
The ones who shape our destiny.
Against all odds, we press ahead,
To brighter days, to paths unsaid.

Let history know our strength is vast,
Our roots run deep, our banners cast.
In every step, in every breath,
We rise above the fear of death.

We are the light, the dawn renewed,
Not bound to break or to be subdued.
We hold this truth, forever claimed—
We are the victors, undismayed.

2009-06-26T10:24:00.000-07:00

Back in the cobwebs of antiquity,
Celestial Wisdom has been stored
within the collective shimmering
of human consciousness.

It's all about the pulse, you know!
The Musica Universa,
the heartbeat of the cosmos,
the magnetic waves
and solar winds rushing to and fro
through all the infinitely deep fractal
dimensions within themselves,
and eternally flowing in and out
through Black Holes,
from single cells then back
to an immenseness
beyond measure,
connecting us all to one another
in this indescribable melee
called existence.

The Gods send what we call
divine inspiration!
Inner voice and intuition, the
concepts philosophers
of humankind installed into
our paradigms in order to define
the voices of The Immortal and Angels.

To be in tune,
whether you be sinner or saint,
is really only a matter of listening
with an empty mind.....

~Bren Parks~

The Music Of The Universe

Rise Beyone The Shadow