A poem by Nigel David Richey (Contributor for the Culture of Awareness)

Aspirations dominating lofty soul contract(ed) nations, demonstrating divine relation to this family tree no segregation.

Perhaps relating whilst conversating, of goals between two distance poles, heaven and earth, ancient dance between souls, wisdom has secrets no one person knows, or so the story goes.

If they stay true and remain bold, within their hearts lies true gold, believe and receive all that you know you can imagine and achieve, so, when the darkness barks and your light recedes, let your prayer be a joyful plee.

There is magic in the moments of make believe, there’s realness in the dreams your head conceives.

There’s hope in places unknown to man, understand for a minute if you can; flight without wings, soaring free through the lands, chapters unexplored, mysteries hidden behind closed doors, some with headings that reek of lore “open me not” yet we constantly ask the question “what for?”

See curiosity is our nature, our hidden template to youth. Can’t get anywhere at all without breaking some rules. Government conspiracies aren’t that new to me, population in Nigel Town : 863. Too many ideas enter uninvited to this party in our head, like a family reunion, old thoughts of the dead, sharing stories breaking bread, holding each other up, not all unspoken bonds need to be said