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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