To Be Poem by Daniel Reurink

Deep Wells of Choices
A Voice calling through Hells
Dreaming of a Spring November
Forgotten fragments put Together
Puzzle pieces rearrange as Weather
Whether this puzzle; or that Control
Nothing is a Choice; your Voice is Fate Hollow'd
A Sugar Bamboo of Tomorrow

To Be Quintessence is Free
Bright Air and Light Randomly
Is Beautiful; sadness Mesmerizing
A Melody of the Universal Stars
Magma cools down my Scars
As the Firmament Above; Below; A'far
To This and That as We Are;
A Dance of Death; known Altar

Facing my own Face
Original Disgrace; inhuman Race
Destroying Fate
Free Will at the Gate
Keys to Unlock Later Dates
Lunar Eclipse in the Wastes
Orbital Elliptical World Pace
The Moon decides the Ocean's Wake




Storms upon the ocean crust
Mistaken curse of negating trust
Tragedy a flavour of such;
Motion in the waves upon the dust
A story woven in the unit of time
From each order, measure and crime,
Deep winds south do such climb,
To the top of breath upon the sublime
Soul's born within the heaven
Tis a haven invincible suggestion
Tempus of fire through the severance
Of a space-time memory seance
River's flow with blood of the past
Each to; each man fighting like his last,
Word upon the spell, woven into the compass,
In which your moral harmony can relapse
An abyss that ravages due south;
Upon the dreams of the devil's mouth,
Tis plentiful rose around the vision's wealth,
Death, thyme sting haunts like a moth
As a cocoon of light suprasses the butterfly,
So such is the effect strings melody,
Upon a space-time effect sound misery,
Each day we hear less and less resiliency
Warriors in time, it's Christ's brother's arms,
Shed skin to light, as oneness we alarm,
To raise the sail or the storm, calm
Always happens after a the norm,
Zion common to believe, angels in men,
Open life to the lions den,
Writing on my wall again;
Reading the universe's plan,
A vision of how it will begin and end,
Writing within my own word and pen,
Wand waved across the spectrum,
Of an empirical color relationship lesson,
Each color is your auric shell hatching,
Open the door and see beyond latches,
Each door is your own lock, stashes
Of memories before you take the lashes,
A crown of misery, dread upon the face,
Upon blood and spilt death on a human race,
Galactic is our race; many are in pace,
To follow the way of living beyond space.