Wild Child

You entered the world a wild child
born of the land and sea
no tales of woe, no dreams defiled
just a raw desire to be known and seen

SO honest is reality
that erodes us at the seam
what we once were
and the messy journey
to every broken dream

we were born of this world
children of whimsy
unfiltered, unapologetic, unscathed we are hurled
our sense of identity riddled with flimsy
our sense of self waivering; unfurled


 We are then altered of our first great deception
evolved from our skewed perception
into a product
of our own creation.

Where is it that we navigate
that robs us of our joy?
The truths we knew all dissipate
Modern innocence; a story

so nairve our qualms so few
so much bliss in all we knew
and yet it wasn't so long ago somehow
if only we could go back with what we know now

and what if our worlds doth collide
all that we desire just strewn aside
oh hearts beat fast
oh souls doth glow
for love is everlasting
we are able to grow

Journey back where it all begins
when the spirit first flowed within
to the conception
of our origin
and the untainted;
the without sin

seek the answers where you need them most
in that spirit child;
in that creative Ghost
for we are they
and they are us

so infantile
so meek
so mild

.....so thirsty for a love to trust

we the wild children
were born
 of the land and sea
lest not be scorned
 thou shalt not be forlorn
oh..

 to be or not to be?

Blessed dear one
thou art untamed as the ocean;
grave and deep as honored as the sun
an original product of a reckless notion;

FREE. for He Has Won.