Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Lost Soul


I walk as a visionary who captures the images of dreams for those who cannot see.

My words manifest into a visual mirage where all things are deemed possible.

I am elevated higher than the trees and mountains as my wings carry me over the raging seas, where I can hear the whispers of broken souls bellow outcries of torment and fear, as they are sucked into the mangled distortion of the earth beneath them.

Chaos and confusion are yet replaced with a with a sickening stillness and silence, realizing all too well that we had numerous chances to save our planet, however,  we fed our hunger with greed and contempt; lastly destroying all hope for salvaging absolution from nature.

In a peaceful sadness, I  sit perched upon a drifting star anxiously awaiting the re-birth of a new horizon.
                          LM-Akins

Thursday, January 4, 2018

They Have Come


We are standing on the precipice of enlightenment, a new revelation shall change the way we view and perceive life, as we know it.


What was shrouded in darkness is pushing its way into the light.
There are beings from an otherworldly dimension making themselves known throughout the world.

We would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not notice their presence.


They have come not to harm, conquer nor destruct, but to help and aid in the preservation of all mankind.

Their motive is that if mankind ceases to exist, they, in turn, cease to survive.

Lets us all remove the blinders to acknowledge that the human race is not the supreme intelligence and instead humbly make room for the “others” who have been helping us to survive and stood in the shadows of plutocracy.
                                                                 LM-Akins



                                  

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Is There Hope For Mankind


My lips are dry and cracked with the indifference of mankind.

Beneath my brows I feel moist precipitation, as the sweat burns deep into my skin.

 Tiny grains of sand form underneath my eyelids as it absorbs each tear.

My hands tremble as they hold the hopes and fears of humanity in one hand, meanwhile balancing faith and acceptance in the other.

We are extended endless time to right our wrongs, ultimately redemption evades our presence such as ghostly spirits who know not of their demise, they remain stuck, still and silenced for all time.

                                                     By LM Akins