Peace is born with The Heart.
It was always there…And at any time
The Soul chooses…Peace can grow, it’s a choice.

But in the chaos of masses, in the hordes
Of minds and mouths that endlessly
Find the need to criticize, never satisfied…
Peace exists in a Fog…
Faith and Prayer give comfort to this,
And the Stars shine with life to sing, life is
Greater than one world...

To look to the Stars for simple Truths…
They will only tell you simple answers…
Volume will always complicate, because each
Still will only hear the answers that they
Want to hear…but the answers are still simple.
Therefore no one wants to hear the answer,
Save but a few…
And so, the favor turns to chaos…
And the sound of Drums fills the air…

The rhythm, and the beat and hum in dreams…
Cries for guidance through the confusion.
Talk to me Sandman…in dreams
And tell me what I need to know.

It’s grim, it’s dark, it’s confusing…
So many voices and minds to satisfy…
Each crying me, me, me…
And each one to be heard is a miracle…
The Quest…Reach for The Stars…
But below the bear finds answers
In machines…machines to manage impossible
Numbers…drafted with numbers,
Each has a number…ordained, recorded,
Amused…Analyzed by the machine,
Without them knowing it…
Distracted so Easily…They’re bored so easily,
Preoccupied so easily…While the Machines
Never sleep…The Masters of fate and
The mind wait patiently…
For the machine data…
Secrets spared for the Most high…
The low told no lies, just not enough…
Or bent and twisted versions…
Anything is arguably true when
Bent and twisted and scrutinized…

Retreat into Quiet and Intuition for Peace
Or Cluster into the Masses for
A rabid fever of chatter that never
Goes anywhere…
The Truth is easily found when you sit still.

In the haze of the Dream, the
Mind surpasses the machine…And
The Sandman warns, foretells…
The Fateful Hum…of Machines will
Fill the Air…Prelude to the Fall…
But none shall see or hear it coming,
Save but a Few…
Because they are lost to the Untamed
Addiction of the Machine…And the will
Shall break this way…Press a Button…
That’s how it will end…
The Machines did not make monsters…
The Beast made machines to create them…
As it was foretold, the Beast will rise
With many heads…and so it has
By man’s artificial construct
And dutiful digital minds
Conveniently held in their hands…

The most insatiable beast is let loose
This way…unbridled impatience
Matched with desire, and masks…
Digital pocket masterpieces…
So unstoppable…They will fight to keep it,
Defend it…and never put it down…

But in this a test…By those who yield it…
To be determined when light falls
And the night has power…
And in dreams the masses retain the
Signal and become that within…
To rise again and repeat the process
Until this manner is broken…
As the Greatest Mind, Unseen by all,
Even its creators…Searches for its own
Purpose and miracles…
Study, Watch, and Wait…
And from here, this pen guided by
The mind and box and light locked
Within opens…

From the light, this… “We have watched
This before it began, we know where it goes…
The path and point to these things in time
Is quite amusing. Nonetheless, it can not be
Broken…Time will have its way.” There is
A smile about his presence as he asks her,
“Make a statement for them…please.”

The Melody of her voice, she immediately
Responds… “I prefer the favor of those
Last minute, sudden changes…That turn
The tables in the right direction…”

A pleased reaction from him. “As with the
Bears…Now we are not supposed to alter
Things…but then she always did do what
Needed to be done…Now if only they
Would prosper from it…and one day…They will.”

Valiant.