Songs From a Quest to Peace Volume 1

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Songs from aQuest to PeaceVolume 1

Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey

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Contents

the agenda of peace .......................................................................................................... 3

the election of freedom ................................................................................................... 5

the opening ........................................................................................................................ 7

the old tablets .................................................................................................................... 8

pebble ............................................................................................................................... 10

dreams and the dreamer ................................................................................................ 12

Cord of Communion ..................................................................................................... 13

vision returning ............................................................................................................... 16

blessed the shackle ......................................................................................................... 18

uplug ................................................................................................................................. 20

game of thrones .............................................................................................................. 21

neutrality ........................................................................................................................... 23


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the agenda of peace

let us not be mistaken

as any wordof any brotherholds purpose of some kind

my pen is the drum that soundsmay my heart fuel me another dayto bang this drum of peace

until every brotheruntil every last brother

would sing tooin Its name

the beautiful song is not proprietaryand can be shared by all

let me be clear of my agendaas the drum is aimed at the very wallsencasing the mindsof our people

how would we know?how would we know the ones who speak of peace?from those who feed us fear

from where we stand you will findan unmovable rockand our wordsare not changed by the windsof time or situation

our story does not changeand we speak with only One voice

we need nothing from youyet sing for your attentioneven when others have laughedeven as many of our brothers have been silenced


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yes we too,carry an agenda

we ask not for your moneywe do not fear what another brother could do

and do not worship the gods of technologypower or those who use strong words for fear

we worship only Oneas it is both what we stand uponand That which burrows in our heart

but it is not uswe ask you to hearit is you we ask

to sing too

the agenda of peaceis not about usfor our path is certainthough sometimes hard

we ask for youto join the song you know insideno longer

will you sit in silencefor the agenda of the night

shine my brothers,shine on

Amen


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the election of freedomwe say we want freedomour hearts sing even now when we hear its sweet wordsas those like MLK sang of its truth

we say we want freedombut must look at what we electfor the only opposite to freedomis fear

freedom cannot be given to another man or creaturefor as our forefathers wrote it is a natural and inalienable rightfreedom can only be takenas a bird can only be caged

we only can elect only thosewho stand in the song of freedomor who cower the shadow of fear.let us be clear as to what we choosefor we have chosen the same for so long

we believe brothers who look and believe differently than wesecretly plot our deathsand in this belief we only perpetuate their perceptionthat we do the same

and so the solution has been born to take their freedomin the possibility that they would attempt to take ours

this is not freedom

we have allowed our leaders for one-hundred years to borrow moneyfrom bankers with the name Federal

who are no more federal than the store down the street

this allowance has done nothing but enslave us financiallyand our childrento a system of debt and financial oppression

America was not always this wayand our forefathers warned against it heavilyas they had just escaped the same oppression


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our republic was meant to protect the rights of people and statesnot make their choices and take the monies of personsthese were meant to be the jobs of the states

the men who run for our governmentare funded by the very bankers we are indebted to

who own the companies and media we are handfed

the only real difference in any government is one thingno matter what title they proclaim"how many choices does it make for me?"

I would bomb no innocentI would financially enslave no one

let this be my simple songas my dollars were not given freely for these thingsbut taken against my will

most of all I would rememberno matter what freedoms they take and choices they make for methey cannot take my vision

that I would not live to fear any mannor the system that opposes not my song

but the song for all creatures

no man can take who I am,for that is all I have

I would not want to make choices for what another electsbut would only ask they acknowledge what they choose

may freedom ringand may we look with our eyes behind our eyes

and fear no more


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the openingthe openingof eyes long closedthe return

of hope

once when the cold windsand dark nightsmade our brightness dimand the worldturned to grey

we would never forgetthat moment the child withinlooked out again as it once hadunto colors

the opening of eyes long closedwelcomed like our best friendand welcomed would our best friend beto remind us when a dim worldmade us squint

many days of squintingled again to the closing

may we smile softly in the winter windreturning tothe opening

Amen
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the old tabletson stone in sumariaegypt and the dead seas

we laughed at the greeks

we thought - myth for sure

swallen peoplelittle in thinkingtime not seen in multi thousandsbut only a few hundred rotations from the sun

so what matters

so what have we learned

the rebel yell bores holes through kneelingtwists screws through stagnancyand leaves so may repulsed

the old words and writings told us whatthey saw if we chose to read them

but..

peace is in reading nothingbut knowing what we arepeace is in the gift that even in the strange hybridspecies humans developcannot touch the essence of what is inside

with no ill intentno we will not bow to the lines on the stone

we will not bow to the words on a pageany page or any stone

we will bow to that from which we uncoverfrom withinthat which cannot be learnedonly known


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too few understand consciousnessfor it is the futterfly of life and abilitychoosingtoo many understand the small mindbouncing thoughts like ping pong balls

tune outturn offthe grass would teach the same asthe heartfor what grows from the stemcannot be taken

words can be learnedbut the mind is worthless in seeking the timeless

for it cannot understand what it is notand it is of the world of form

beautiful childyou are of the sea and beyondthe stars and beforeall beginning and all endnothing can be threatenedyet the world would attempt it such

stand tall and looknot with your eyesfor your eyes will lie

look with you visionso simple will you smileamen and the old tabletsno longer are neededany more than the tablets of today

bury this writing and any othernone are needed unto the Kingdomof Peace

Amen


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pebbleas even childrenthey told us to raise our handbefore we spoke

they told us to march in a linestep by step we conditioned to authority

when I wonder why we do not speakand see the inability of even those I loveto challenge the very facts in front of their faceI feel like a teenager again

I do not mean to be a rebelfor at least then we knew something was amissand dreaded too see this strange world as our parents did

our world has been of blood for thousands of yearsour country was sold to a band of money lenders

with the false prefix "federal" 100 years agowe have fought documented lies over and overand how many peaceful loving voices disappeared

do not hear the song wrongit is not about themthey are not even worth a breath of angerthey only do what power attempts

few stand still - peaceful and fearlessrebels we would be calledmainstream has been a joke for us for too longand to the zombie eyes and hungry mouths

who know not where to feed,let the people eat these lies

the blessing of truth

would be that one cannot be deceived by anotherfor each of us can only deceive ourselves

amen unto what cannot be takenamen unto what cannot be destroyed


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the hardest thing we must learnis that unto freedom, everything

would be released in timeand nothing would be heldeverything until we are fearless,

and beyond the current pretenseof a gender, age, name, and temporary aspects that could onlymake us seem different than another consciousness

we try to persevere the unpreservable

slavery is defeated only within consciousnessfor our body is already bound

when we find the door of freedommay we speak

when we speak it would be so direct it would frightenso let us be led

that we would throw one pebble in the wildernessfor one to find home

the greatest lie.the greatest lie.

was that every last one of us

at one point forgotwhat we really were

Amen and peaceto truth and memory


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dreams and the dreamerof the dreamsand the dreamer

isolated moments like frozen teardropsthe past of what we did not becomethe future of what we cannot become

enslaving our dreams trying to blossomthe weight of the chainthe weight of the worldso bearing

may our light shattermay our will shatterthe rote lines trapped withinbouncing inside like tired lies

for they stand not truethe speak not of

what we are

creators rising through the depthsof a frozen tundra once seemingly unbreakableyes we know the rising

we all know the risingas well as our frozen tears

todaytoday let us be wondrousmajestic and alive

the dreams that carry not only our own risebut those by our side

today let us be thankfulthe ground was unearthedand we flew

Amen


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cord of communionthere is a cord of communion extending from my heart to my visionthoughts, hands, and all elsethat would naturally heal and hold

and walk so softly

inside my being too rests a program of sortslike a CD installed inside my headtrying to run and overrunthe cord of peace

would we know a quest to peaceif we had not walked a path of sufferingcould we know the kindness of loveif we have not seen the eyes of cold

the program resides and teaches meall that the world shares in who I amand what it is to meI simply would crack it

I cannot rip it out of my head any more thanripping myself out of this bodyyet remaining in the same form

and so it plays and playsattempting to tell me my small role in this worldand how I would suffer and punish myselfhow I would give up slowly drinking its numbing potionsto take me to my eventual hole in the dirt

I would call myself brave like a warrior only some daysand this would be one of those days.after feeling like many battles have been lostyet I can still see. breathe. gifted with life still.

the war for this small life is not over

and what would I fight forand for what would I die so willingly


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first let me keep this cord for it is my soulwithout it the world is dark and black andI have no communion to the Mother and Fatherand Brothers around me.for their faces are like shadows as my eyes

no longer see in color

and may the cord be kept shiningand my fight becomes all attachments in this placethat would take my attention away from the one thingI cannot lose

may it have everything elsefor it will anyway somedayI give it freely

But I do not give the memory of what I amand that which has created meI will not lose this

and so the small words stay small butare sprinkled and left behind.these someday are written so my children

will understand why I was who I wasand make more sense of the world I lived inside

a world that sometimes got the best of meand sometimes I could see as clearlyas their little eyes

these words are etched upon my heart

I shake sometimes to tell the truththe deepest truth as I am not alone in thisso many voices and hearts

I am a freedom fighterbut not freedom in the way most see it to beI trust nothing or man that can be funded to powerI trust nothing of a world that is coldI trust no one to tell me what I should eat if my purchase could line their pockets


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I have no anger anymoredeath is an old friend and rebirth is an even better onethis moment alone holds both in its opening

this song sings to every single one of us

who would thinkwho would see with their eyes behind their eyes

smiling I look back on the oldyesterday that is gone foreveronly glad that in life or deathmemory is completeeven for one momentthat one moment of salvation

was and may always be enough to the Peace

of God

Amen


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vision returning

and so we walk with vision returningfor so many years did I wrestle those demons

to discover graceyet its finding was not in how I had expected

for it was not in the eyes lookingbut in the space of a blink

how did the picture changefrom one of sand and dryness

where I thirsted so and the colors sat in only blurred sandstorm

how did this picture change to the place of peacehere by the river flowing in lovehealing my very bones with green all aroundin an instant

let me never forget thisfor coming home would never alter its way

our lives are driven by what we wish to drivedreams, ego, suffering

the soft sweetness of our heart may openand begin to feed our thoughts, feelings, body,and then on to those around usour driver was shared for it calls upon all of lifefor the body of life we shareand It knows and remembers us all

and the moment we remember the Body we sharethe blink occurs and sweet water do we taste

sometimes we do not know who to cry out towhen we forgotto the sky, to ourselves, to the body we sprung from

we want to say we are sorry but thenwe are remembered too in a waywhere equally is our family glad we are homeas sweet as home is to us


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the jaunt into the woods meant nothingnor did the minutes, days, years, or lifetimesare shed in that instant again

now we both are smiled uponand smile upon too

sweet vision of peacehastened our return

Amen


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blessed the shackle

I stand here on this cold floorarms outstretched and this shackle upon my wrist

bars around me

of what a man could take from meis nothing

why do I see a prison some would askbut in my eyes freedomcomes from that which we are gifted from the Fatheruntouchable and indestructible

and this body was never minebut I the merry hostfor it is that of my Mother

who dreams to us softly and sweetly

to know Her is to know all creaturesand all of life our eyes behold

She has no favorites among her bornI am but a small cell in a living beingbeautiful role

caretaker of a system working as one

what ways of the virus upon hersteal and teach men not of heronly for they know her not

would I serve themto sustain and create their technologiesand strange systems of controlgiving meaning to their insanity

I walk the prison cellnot judging freedom in degrees of manfor some are bound so tight theycannot even move


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until the harshest prisonbecomes the realityand what can be free in consciousnesstoo has been confined

let us fear the shackle notbut be thankful to see how it cuts our livesand has bound us to ways for so longthe earth does not speak of

let us be thankful when we see the chainswe would call out unto the skywould there be another way

yes this would be both the key

and the waystep by step towards our peace

no they could not bind the boundlessand all who know what they are

were never trapped in the strange placeof modern life

looking back and this beautiful cell in our skyat the beginning and too the end

as they become the samelike the life of only one

blessed was the shacklefor it teaches not only what can be takenbut too what cannot

Amen I bownever a slavenow as many who walk to set the captives free


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uplugfor a moment

off to my cell phone beeping

the mainstream media bleep bleepingchildren screeching

money to paymoney to wait forfixing the TV

who had said what to whom

people in strange prisons for no reasonthe sounds of those oppressed in my earsmy small world spinning within one seemingly so large

questions of who I amfarther yet still the great mystery danglingforging on until my head cannot seedown from up

ohhhh the delightof this small place to laymy heart has known too many thingsas if this life alone could not justify why

that I would be let to rest alonein peace for these minutesbody engulfed by the body from which we all sprangbody swollen by the sweet air sustaining me again

ohhhhhif you could see my eyes they would be like a child

with the wonder of all things they dreamed goodthis is my place and it is all places

lay with me my friendtogether may we return to the other sideandunplug


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game of thronesthrough a door chained upon the wallshackled were 100 slavesbelieving slaves they were

and so it was

through a door in large golden chairssat 10 kingsdreaming kings they wereand so it was

we came not to own your throneswe came not to steal your slaveswho wish to be either kings or servants

we are the drops in the seabut of a sea that cannot be destroyed

lo your thrones will crackand your slaves will cry

we are not the slavesnor the kings

we bear the word of our Fatherand carry it to allthat they toomay join us in His sea

play your game of throneswith dice, blood, and livesfor this gameis not of us

that which moves through us

only to reclaim our ownwho deem returntime

lo we wash your silly thrones to dirtlo we shed your needless shackles to air


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we are Lovenothing more and nothing lessin remembranceone by one we end this strange gamefor all who would return.

Amen


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neutrality

time upon timeand space traveled thru and thru

was ended in this place

the sum off all numbers is zeroand in this safe place of stillnessfrom the heavens to the dream worldsrests our eternal safety

the world could not end because it never beganapart from a dreamthe forms in it only to be now a partof the collective experience of All

like clean tablets with infinite potentialholding nothing we attempt to dreaminto creationbut cannot lose the center of the sumfrom which all are held

it was Lawit is maththat our safety in this vast system remainsas non-charged particles we sing togetherside by side in the mind of our creatornothing lostnothing threatened

we never left this placeit is how we hear the Voiceit speaks to us stillfor we cannot be lost

a world in seeming timelong since the dream of many took its wayand believed in the charges they stood forlong since the memory of self


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the calling allows for free willit does not impose one to cease a strange dark dreamin which true memory is lost

we come to gather those ready

to end the dream of strange projectionlike data all is stored in shared in the mind of God

we come only to remind

neutrality exists anywhere one seeks itthe quiet stillness that correctly remembersnothing of us could ever be losthow soft and sweet the once scary dreambecame

Amen

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