• Part 1: Journey to the Sky

    Angels sing so in perfect harmony. The sweet serenity of a land so far away I dream this day the seasons will change. When they do we can finally be free and be released to this place that floats in my dreams so far away. Look into thine eyes she says to a whisper in the sky a lonely angel in her flight. She is flittering to the Utopia! The world I wish I knew. These lies they fall upon ourselves to digress the life we so uncaring throw away. The time is coming so soon to be now. The atrocity now appears to me. It curses and crushes so savagely. With rage and descent to destroy our innocence. This monstrous atrocity bleeds not blood, but greed and sins. This form it takes is only defined by evils they do. An association of a conspiracy to digress us to their minions. Obey no longer we the people divine in our flight. Let us unite under all that is divine in it’s purest. Then we fly with the angels over the seas of insecurity. The monsters grasp takes a few but, those who believe will carry on. To flight with angels in the streets of our dreams so true. This place beyond the torment of the world you know is this place we sought. In the streets families roam together so happily and there by the diner on the corner is a man all alone. But it’s not what it appears to be. A young girl comes and sits next to him and holding his hands to sought this place. Finally free to the atrocities of the world in darkness. This holy land of divinity is sought by all but most never make it. The land we seek is in our view a floating city in the sky. So free of impurities, it gleams in the sunlight like a gem in the sky. Deep in my dreams I can see this place and here lies so amazingly…Flight To A Utopia.

    Part 2: Touch of an Ill Hand

    Wandering this place so free. There is no plague, there is no disease, there is no sins against one another, there is no despair, and there is no darkness here in this land. The day last all day long. There is no cold night to spite the spirits of it’s inhabitants. Sitting here on the park bench looking around. I see sunshine upon the world that those who are left behind do not know. A girl receiving a Frisbee from a golden retriever. The dogs coat so shiny blowing against the warm summer breeze. I can’t believe it’s like this all the time. So careless in curiosity. Love, happiness, and a safety protected by the love of one another…. A strange creature drops from the sky shattering all that bound this place to serenity. Two more creatures form from the shadows created by the first. It is that which takes but only gives sins to endow all those under them. The corporate infests even the purest of things. Flight To A Broken Dream….

    Part 3: Revolution

    Stood against all this is that which binds us to this world we live in. I flightless dream is only a bad dream concealed within. The deepest obscene these creatures are with their iron first. Stand so tall does this love in which we protect one another with. Those who stand against the creatures hold hands and pray for peace. The damnation of the darkness come back to haunt those who stand against them. The chain Utopians shines bright but prayer is not enough to light their world once again. A dark figure with ragged clothes and broken chains on his wrists. A heavy metal collar around his neck. His face covered in darkness and red eyes were all that could be seen. He stepped in between the chain and the creatures and looked upon the chain. He raised his fist and shouted Utopia! The Figure turned his ragged clothes flying through the air. His arm lowered and pointed towards the creatures. The creature dispersed into many little creatures. The Spirit picked up the Frisbee and threw it at the creature decapitating many of them. He then ran beckoned for the Utopians and they grabbed whatever was around them and they charged forward to the creatures. Fight for what you believe in said the Spirit and he walked to the Big creature and jumped on the. It was fat and wore a fancy tuxedo with a monocle and smoking a large cigar. The Spirit punched the Creature toppling it on its back. The Utopians tied it down. The Spirit turned to the sea of Utopians and Raised his Fist. I will never forget what he said that day, “The will never be a perfect world…This Utopia will never exist…It’s all that we can do to just exist and try to live our lives they way we live them.” The Spirit then sprouted big white wings and flew off into the sky. The floating city started to fall! But, no one panicked for they knew this was coming. They tried there best and it is all that we can do in these trying times. Live for love and protect one another with the ties that bind and generosity of your heart… Flight To The World Of We, The People!