Holy War

I was in between two worlds
But now I am shaping space in the void
Myspace
Yourspace
Outer space
We love dangerously
Because we are not programmed by the borg
The assimilated factions of the machine of compromise we are travelers of time
From another dimension
To be ourselves is to believe in ourselves
The old crowds will dissipate
The new crowds will appear
Doors will be closed
Others will open
Your beautiful mind will be opened
The imposter will shrivel and die
Like a snakeskin boot
Worn and discarded
In a house you have left
Haunted and forgotten
Out on shelby avenue

This new place is infinite
Like landscapes stretched on impossible canvas for miles floating on moon racer clouds
Of islands in the sky
No holy wars
No guns
No loud oppressive voices
No ignorance
No plebs…
No hatred or deviance
Only bohemian expression
Imagination
Understanding…
Melody
Poetry
Art
True beauty
Beauty as truth

Utopia utopia utopia Mine