Blinding Faith

Title art by Johan Swanepoel. Closing art by George Redhawk.

Listen to Blinding Faith by Richard Charles Stevens

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one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see precisely what i see
the flowers in our bones will grow
in tandem with the trees
and every random dream we ever dreamed will reconvene
there is no coincidence
our minds bedeck these scenes
line of sight precipitous
inclined to stretch the peak
effectively we are the architects of all we see
and better yet possess the breath to leap

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see the reason i proceeded bleeding out
and breathe in every teardrop tastefully released
no measure to belief
for to my pleasure
i am seen
bleeding quill
for each drop spilled
a treasure be bequeathed
often i can barely even breathe
floored by all the beauty
indisputably foreseen
truth is
i’m as lucid
as the dream

heaven is a state of mind
while hell is every dread that lies beneath
there exists a medium
provided we can find the in-between
disincline to doctrine
and prime ourselves to honourably leap
turn the tide
discern horizon
learn the deepest secrets in our keep

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see precisely the enticing sights i see
for i invite, in kind
all fallen leaves to lift the breeze
whispering belief
to all those
all at sea
with all of me
accordingly and laudably bequeathed
often i can barely even breathe
floored by all the beauty
indisputably foreseen
truth is
i’m as lucid
as the dream

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will learn to love again
the way we do as children
reminded of the innocence
of simply
sweetly
feeling
petals furled revealing
precious metals
diamonds
pearls
with blind faith
in elevation as we leap
to some place where the flowers grow
in tandem with the trees
coming in for landing
with our stunning wings upstanding
to where every handsome dream can reconvene

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see precisely the enticing sights i see
for i invite, in kind
all fallen leaves to lift the breeze
whispering belief
to all those
all at sea
with all of me
accordingly and laudably bequeathed
often i can barely even breathe
floored by all the beauty
indisputably foreseen
truth is
i’m as lucid
as the dream

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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1 Comment

  1. old wounds will heal
    for each drop spilled
    a treasure be bequeathed
    no measure to belief
    for at our leisure
    we are seen

    This screams hope and optimism, I rapturously applaud this with hands above head.

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