Asylum 0-2 vs. 2Tripple0 0-3 [ASYLUM WINS 8-0]

asylum · 08-12-2015, 12:32 AM

THE SPIRIT
I opened one hand with an iris in it’s palm.
Taking in the greater scene and the worlds unending calm,
It saw through cliffs and mountains to valleys, hills, and oceans.
Our minds eye perceives each soul’s hidden devotion,
Each hint’s a notion,
It’s true scope seen most clear when our eyes aren’t even open,
Between the awkward pauses and hidden clauses, our motions guided true,
Without the slightest clue, our past lives guide us through an abyss our souls pursue.
That friend with his past eating him, living without reasoning,
Is energy incarnate put in harms place,
“It’s all on you.” No, it’s all in me..
Forged in a foundry, making the fountain of youth steam,
a byproduct of the world gorging on dreams,
We’re all fording it's torrent, absorbing the past’s poison,
Asking God to make our choices.
Begging the fog to leave it’s voices behind the shroud,
Reveal one’s true form as a wisp of dust in the wind,
every soul’s proud of it’s new born.
Travelling in it’s new form within aspen and pine, cedars and oak,
Through wolves, tigers, lions, and each volcanoes fiery smoke.
Taking hold in it’s black soil, ashes and acid rain,
Inside plastic, pollution, what’s the solution to the human spirits unending pain?
Rebirth. While our eyes see hurt, our souls have seen worse.
It’s between the two we align our minds to find our purpose,
And climb past the glass ceiling, without ever scratching it’s surface.

08-12-2015, 12:32 AM	#5
asylum Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2014 Posts: 999 Battle Record: 7-5 Rep Power: 8214211	THE SPIRIT I opened one hand with an iris in it’s palm. Taking in the greater scene and the worlds unending calm, It saw through cliffs and mountains to valleys, hills, and oceans. Our minds eye perceives each soul’s hidden devotion, Each hint’s a notion, It’s true scope seen most clear when our eyes aren’t even open, Between the awkward pauses and hidden clauses, our motions guided true, Without the slightest clue, our past lives guide us through an abyss our souls pursue. That friend with his past eating him, living without reasoning, Is energy incarnate put in harms place, “It’s all on you.” No, it’s all in me.. Forged in a foundry, making the fountain of youth steam, a byproduct of the world gorging on dreams, We’re all fording it's torrent, absorbing the past’s poison, Asking God to make our choices. Begging the fog to leave it’s voices behind the shroud, Reveal one’s true form as a wisp of dust in the wind, every soul’s proud of it’s new born. Travelling in it’s new form within aspen and pine, cedars and oak, Through wolves, tigers, lions, and each volcanoes fiery smoke. Taking hold in it’s black soil, ashes and acid rain, Inside plastic, pollution, what’s the solution to the human spirits unending pain? Rebirth. While our eyes see hurt, our souls have seen worse. It’s between the two we align our minds to find our purpose, And climb past the glass ceiling, without ever scratching it’s surface. Last edited by asylum; 08-12-2015 at 02:48 AM.