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. The Angel of Redemption
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high on a mountain
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resting in the Sun washed sky,
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day never meets night,
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and the Stars never die.
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low clouds… they wait suspended in
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a permanent air…
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alone on the peak
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with the Heavens nearby,
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and speaking in tongues
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with her half Sister the Moon,
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an Angel sits there.
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i’ve traveled this jagged path
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of a difficult life,
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plateau… by plateau,
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reaching… time and… again
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climbing this mountain of strife.
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and restless souls
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sleep the sleep of despair,
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while we stumble…
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stumble blind
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through the night…
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my clear eyed Angel
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beckoned as I reached the peak,
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she sat me down… and held my hand.
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together… we watched
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our Universe unfold there…
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she spoke softly in
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a tranquil dialect of unconditional Love,
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in the purest syllables of Truth.
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the Truth
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only the Innocent know.
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her words dreamlike swirling in the still air…
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as i became the story in her eyes,
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slowly… the burden of years…
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the remnants of wronged perception,
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and the dead weight of doubt began
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………………..lifting
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……….floating
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………………..rising
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becoming one with
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the Infinite Memory of Stars.
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amidst the permanent air of the Universe.
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a celestial reminder
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the eternal gift of Love given being returned,
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time…and time…and again..
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as our finite days become forever…
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and we become another…
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like imploding Stars morph into matter….
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because Love given…like a Star
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never truly dies.
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from NASA.gov
For reasons unknown, NGC 6357 is forming some of the most massive stars ever discovered. One such massive star, near the center of NGC 6357, is framed above carving out its own interstellar castle with its energetic light from surrounding gas and dust.
dear friends, this song is meant to be
played as a soundtrack::::enjoy::::
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i walk the streets of my city…
an insignificant spirit refugee,
stranded in shadowed concrete canyons.
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in my hidden anonymity,
blank behind blue shades and
wind whipped hair across this face.
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i search in vain for any spark,
peek for miracles around every corner.
on sidewalks choked, with rustling hordes,
in narrow blackened streets, of rolling steel.
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in shallow lung tentative
breathing of our muck and grime.
an empath’s lament and responsibility,
absorbing each speck in sound and emotion.
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oh low sun…
you’ve…had your day,
blinding these sensitive eyes.
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my shy sister moon…
please…show yourself…
it’s our time to shine now!
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oh million hidden stars…
appear now one by one by one
and light the way to my forgiving solitude.
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lone distant stars, join and sing your song
in ancient melody, erase this day in stale memory,
deliver our world, the dense of black night i crave!
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help me, scrub the crust of strangers from my skin,
and flush their anxious aura, from my consciousness.
cleanse a fragile heart, every absorbed anger and cruelty.
free this old soul, from the deadly weight of this world.
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strip me innocent again,
bathe me, in your galaxy starlight voices!
sing in glorius chorus, of collective memory,
in universal dialect of wisdom and harmony.
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tender night, calm this restless mind,
cradle a trusting heart in your embrace.
blanket me close, in ethereal spirit mystery
of self reflection and fearless quietude.
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oh sweet night!
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usher in the hushed
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midnight hours ’til dawn…
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it’s there… when the world
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is invisible and asleep…
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it’s then….
that i can hear
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the kindness of the Universe,
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whisper the poetry
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of sweet emotional release!
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who could know then 