Periodicities of Peculiarity

What was said in the ancient lore becomes a staple for those who want not to survive
 but to become alive in a place that is bent on a system of five.

In the face of a hero, we see what is exemplified by our peers, so that it may tunnel to the ears,
for then we think and therefore what appears in our mental gears, satisfies only what is left and not right as this phenomena is beyond that of sight.

We are captivated like a boat bobbing up and down, as a mysterious force captivates us with a sound, for if he hollers let him down, for next he is up with not a frown, then why wonder what a force does such a thing, for when we sing, the body electric becomes bright and not dim.

The pilgrimage of old has come to us but we forgot we were on a pilgrimage in the first place, so here why lye waste in a synthetic taste, as in such a case we bask in the sun for the fun to bring out the tone of our bone, but alast we forgot that no such deed will seed any higher thought of what may be got by the simple focus on such a locus.

Why fast when all could be bought to task, there is no such progress, I will take this pill, or that stomach to fill, and gauge what war I dealt with my will. For it is no end in sight as eternal is fixed within my sight, but yet there is this thing to fight my little glowing friend in the night. What causes she brings, what yearning she fruits, that I am weaved of a web that soes seeds in my bed, and I awake with a bowl filled full of that soul, it is that eternal friend glimmering at me again.

They call it a whisper, which sweeps sweet whisps of floral blossoms, and they travel like the effortless pollen, appearing when we have fallen, but there truth is that we have only forgotten. 
That we are not man , nor woman , nor child, we are the seed of that which they have begotten.
But who are they, like an invisible shadow they watch and they tend to those they talk with indeed they may lend, for as our curiosity grows their ability to tickle our nose, in the search of an immaculate rose, all in the search of what whisper may suppose.

As we approach the end of new beginnings, those things that brings what sorrows they sings, and toxins they dings, as our planet accelerates and climbs to a new ladder rung once known, but seldom traveled alone, we embark for flight not out of sight, but mind elevates not out but in, for which we or is it me shall bring a new case for the intrepid water in the river race, sees a sea out in space but in actuality it resides beneath my face. For what a time! we will bring the me out and cut its leash so that they may come and teach, another math for which there can be no wrath, but a new energy in which to bath.

Aye the pirate who has stolen much says, "what would the world make of me?". Why let man out of his slumber, he has confined me to the greatness of king, and what a win over women who does not miss Yin, for there is this and that to keep us entertained from the greatness we hide. They would not understand how wide we wield the knowledge we guild, and ancient stories to build, a temple of higher abilities to fulfill. Why tell them the story of how we came here, would it not steer, like the headlights fixed to a deer, we must avoid that my dear, for we pirates and beer go together as a conspiracy branded to your ear, which even when you hear it is lost in defacto degree which we grow as a weed and is supplanted in thy feed to produce a more complacent shield that we weave.

Then let us be free so we may focus on our creative to be, and buzz a little more with content for we need not wait for the planet has sent, a clear message which has been bent and lost knowledge of solar cycles are present from an ancient data that was lost. Now to what cost will we return to balance that was frozen in frost, left dead to reason, we had not a rhyme for all of this knowledge has been sent back in time.
Now is the wave for each of us to start to crave, a new diction of non-fiction that has been spawned from a cyber nation, and is germinated by solar irradiation.

Unravel the code, as a musical sphere, wear not the jeans or any magical greens, but as it unfolds as a new path to steer, integral to hear, from a point crystal as clear, and then what opens is who you dreamed from the internal seams of glimmering teams of magical scenes open in the eye between the gland for a meditation is the key to our promise land.