The Enlightened 1

I wasn't given the mortar from the Architect. The tools I have are not sharp enough or accurate enough to fix what needs to be repaired but I want you to know that if I had been given the tools of the Architect I would mold you from the finest clay and measure your worth in diamonds and fine gems or gold and elements so exotic the periodic table would not be able to comprehend the composition and maybe add some stardust and a few sunrays and clothe you in the most silvery moonlight or give you the light from the first sunrise after the Architect gave Light and in that light all wisdom would be at the tips of your lips and all knowledge at the base of your fingertips but alas I cannot build the fortress to stop him from hitting you and I cannot conjure a magical shield to deflect his hands striking you and I don't have a potent elixir to stop the confusion that what you are experiencing is love and you accept and you weather the storm and suffer the violence in silence and you t...

The sun shines in slow motion implosions... and eyes wide from souls stolen keep posting keep wishing that your millions existed or bullets had names and words really twisted exquisite in rhythms, wisdom and decisions the experience is always worth less than the mission I insisted to kings that resisted the gleam and permitted the queens to delve in the dream seems the soldiers grow colder I notice the decline deemed older...show's over Time focused then rewind Count highways to the sun byways on the run bypass the king's sun and by Mass you'll need One Indeed son in times like these you'll need a savior, an mp3 player and multi-layered prayers some cry in silence or whine in low tones but walk with blistered toes until the road's shown

The old man has fallen. Cavemen have been defeated and all that's left is weakened shards of a man that once was. Terrible. Devastating. Historical. Most men are not real men anymore. Real man in the sense of pure manly things. Things that say, "never mind him. that's what men do." Not in the noble sense of chivalry or galant braves on horseback willing to die for the cause. This is not the type of manly activities on display here. I will save the lack of great leaders and war counselors and gladiators for another day, another place. A large growing group of men are just not men anymore. This new age of men get manicures and wear an earring in both ears. Pirates who would shiver your timbers if you looked at them wrong had one earring. Huns who would gut you for thinking about defeating Attila had one earring. Now men wear two like showgirls in the saloon at the OK Corral. You should be able to distinguish a man from a woman when they have clothes on. It should ...