RaveMethod

by
Dragyn



Gazes cross his path
voices trace his direction
conversations follow his movements

his spirit is of the purest granite
a strength and purity
so strong it glows around him...
to look within his eye's
to see within his soul,
is to witness a life immersed in warmth
its as if it was plucked from heaven
like a peach from a summer's bloom

gazes cross his path
voices trace his direction
conversations follow his movements

a world of dreamers
a world of skeptics
all wish for his peace of thought
all wish to destroy the reminder what they lack
a soul of purest brightness
a soul of purest warmth

he stands
within the folds of space
the winds of a world's pessimism
envelop him

endless screams bash into his mind
like tornadoes they warp around him
voices of a million closed minds
throwing thousands of tiny daggers
each dipped within the poisoned past
a constant wall of vengeful compassion
they whisper long played tapes of histories past
old emotions
that once again creep out of their well trotted graves..

like a never-ending river
of shallow depth and of weak clarity
fighting for its path
searching for a way to cut deeper within

but like the rain against the ocean
all their efforts pour against him

he stands holding onto the glow of life
with cherished hands

gazes cross his path
voices trace his direction
conversations follow his movements

he shouts the words
that a blind world won't hear
he points to a beauty
a deaf world wont look at

to all humanity
he stands..
a testament
to a simple word
but an indescribable emotion