Truth that I am.

Here I sit,
Upon this hill,
Crying out
Emotions I feel.


Here I sit upon this hill,
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring that for which I feel
None know, that for which I am
A piece, unto all is given
Yet none know the truth
Blinded by their desire of will
Wanting to have their peace of heart
Wishing to find a stability
For which shall ne'er be found
Coveted and sought after
Placed with in a box
Ne'er allowed to be free
Forever caught within the path.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
None know the truth of I
Refusing to open e'en one eye.
I have mind, intellect and soul
It doth crave that of knowledge
As student e'er in life
Soaking up all that I do but find
Expounding and expanding
Desire within the soul
An aspect rarely seen
Hidden deep, cherished
Nurtured and protected.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Trained as that of Seeker
Burdons' I do but bare
Gates open and close
Deaths chill, circles round
Warmth of love withers
Hate and jealousy banished
That of humanity left behind
A deep seeded love doth bloom
Their protection is paramount;
Companion doth ensure
Seeker and Ajoure'

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Paths of the untrained Babe'
Cultured, broken and shaped
Molded by the Majoure'
All arts addressed
Become one priceless
Rise, thy mind open.
Laughing, I am hidden
They know naught
That for which I am
I remain aloof
Distant and despair.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Holy Reverend, soft spoken
Wielding ancient power
Arcane rites reborn
Combined Life ways
Opening hidden doors of the heart
Calming minds in strife
Showing them how to heal;
Mine own torn asunder
Torn apart by thy scroll
I relive all thee do but know
A soft smile for which to show.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Artistic ability doth flow
Through mind and finger
Marks upon paper
Ink splashes down
Paint up swept
Fabric nipped and tucked
Earth minerals molded
Carved to the mind eye.
T'is empty and lifeless
Fairing forth less often
Smothered, watch as I die.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Idumea t'is Mistress
Shineaha that of life
Olea caretaker
Kokoabeam records it all.
Seen as that of possession
Mind simple as a mole
Timid, mild and contrite...
Screaming, ice forming
Mine own skin doth freeze
Frost billows forth...
Humanity is priceless.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
For I am more then seen
I hide that which is precious
kept in the folds of my cloak
Away from the eyes
Protected from human desire
None shall taint
Or ruin innocence
They are mine...
Save', pain is no more.
Only that of life
This I can but assure.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel
Head clutched between my hands
Dispair coursing through
That of sexual toy
Tales abound through out
A moment of meekness
Weekend by desire to please
Lonely, needing something
Bound, I am alone.
Where is the Majour' of old
Who knows my worth;
Cast out, told to run,
I want to come home.

Here I sit upon this hill
Watching the world pass me by
Tears are falling, streaming down
Mirroring emotions for which I feel.......

Here I sit,
Upon this hill,
Crying out
Emotions I feel
My world....
Is unreal.