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Phil John Kneis:
VERITATIO - LIGHT III:
LIGHT AND SHADOW
(ENNEALOGY, PART THREE OF NINE)
Denver (I-III) / Grand Junction (IV-VI), 20th & 21st July, 1997 - P#66
I.
At last I check and search for new,
A final time to look for few
But extraordinary things
That stronger than the strongest links
Infinity for us provide
And on the times' reflections ride
And all the worlds connect at once
And which do equal day, year, month
And all this ways will they then show,
And all they do just is to vow
That all the times they will defy
Creation, life - they don't ask why.
To serve, protect what came to be,
To show, define what is to see,
What to ignore and what to kill,
What is to thrive and what then will
Just sink deep down, not to exist,
Erased from the eternal list
That counts all thought and love and fight
And knows the shadows and the light.
II.
So all the world I used to flee
That I would once just eas'ly see
And understand therefore those things,
To travel almost like on wings
Of birds or even angels choir,
The lots of data simply store
There in my mind and not to fear
That later it could fiercely tear
Apart myself and all my dreams,
That those could vanish in the steams
Of future-less uncertainty,
That I could lose the fragile key
That leads to heights and shows me all. ---
That I could once just quickly fall,
Was nothing that I liked to see,
I used to let it walk with me,
The burning fire of the damned,
With anger going hand in hand
And not to see and not to hear
That I just failed the abyss near.
III.
But when I watch the world outside
The outer limits open wide
And lead again the inner theme,
And ev'ry inch is now to seem
A special message crying out
And shout at me so clear and loud
That now at last I should move on
To realize that what seemed won
Was but a game and nothing real.
The world is moving like a wheel,
The same old move we always feel
And time just seems from us to steal
Goes on and on on different ways,
The wheel itself the same but stays
And carries all the creatures' lives
And so from nothing it derives
A sense that comes from all the days
That let the living know the ways
And see the light and get it, hence,
And know the final consequence.
IV.
What is the world, what is the time?
What truth is there that should now shine
Through all the gates and doorways past,
Through all the thoughts that were to last
Forever but weren't qualified
And all the days they tough denied
And quite ignored the lead behind
And quiet they silenced all the might
Creation showed and would present
And did just point right to the end
To demonstrate where life will cease
Then to exist and time would freeze.
To ask but for the why and when
Shall fruitless be and answer then
Nowhere to find in wordl'y might
But will appear just in the light
That all from pasts was to exist
And wrote this piece of endless list
That all would follow and expand
And lacks beginning and an end.
V.
In dreams deep down I feel the place,
In dreams deep down I hear the pace,
In dreams deep down I see the light,
In dreams deep down I fight the night
That comes at days and tries to spread
And seems to be a deadly threat
That could deny all past success
And makes the worth of life so less
And all the danger would present
That all the rage should never end
Nor efforts help to reach a goal
Nor would exist a living soul
That once could triumph over it.
These thoughts the darkness eas'ly fit,
The truth to tell they would not dare
But lie and trait just ev'rywhere
And shadowed forms come to enslave
For all the times the world and cave
The dark ideas into all
To finally the death enroll.
VI.
The fire used to walk with me
That for the future not to see
The truth I able then should be
And not for doors would find a key
That not to open it would think -
So I would lose the oldest link
To all the things that were described
And all the words that were outwiped
By forces that would fear them still
And fear the Lord behind the will
That to ignore the darkness chose -
What then, if all that dark that rose
Shall come to have to go away?
Shall live just to must lose some day?
This day of wrath, this day of light
That is the day to judge the right
From liars all and end the play,
That will reveal the better way,
This play that will determine clear
Which side we're on, which voice we hear.
April 2th, 1999
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