The Middle Path (Heaven is What You Make It) poverty & ignorance in all of their senses will always be an issue as long as you've got dichotomous systems, cops and robbers, criminals and law abiding citizens, narcs & ganja farmers & dealers, lost souls on park benches they call psychotic that're not of this dimension, corporate con artists & politicians gone awry, foster children & a royal child born with the Sangre of reptilians, Indigenous & non-Indigenous, slaughtered Aboriginal goddesses they simply call lost or missing women & morbid celebrities so toxic with Botox they call gorgeous & heavenly, tabloids & esoteric scriptures from pasts voided by unbearable histories we lack choice in accepting, force-fed rhetoric that's horseshit, we all get it but we're forced to watch it, & of course we yield, noxious auras & forcefields from imposters & prophets, Yahweh & Baphomet, Nostradamus & Muhammad, Peace Be Upon Them & War Be Upon Those That Are Wrong, so we rose up and conquered, non-profits & banking conglomerates, United Nations That Divide & Conquer, Lies indoctrined from dying dogmas & the rise of Ancients trying to talk to us, the brightest skies & the darkest waters, heisted minds & remarkable prodigies & champions, Atlantis & Ghomorrah, truth revealed by supervillains like MF Doom & stupid superhero figures patriotically idiotic like Captain America, Study Malcolm, Garvey, Huey, Martin Luther & Marley too, we need some better logic & honest veteran rhymers, they're lacking verily, forget the garbage, but sift through it & recycle parts & compost,calm talks & screams & fights at disarmament marches, pacifist meat-eaters & warmongering vegans, peaceful insects we call plagues & slaughter in vain, conflicts & wars for progress to pave, all day we talk of the same, yet we barter for change & evolution in the process, authors & artists insane, but isn't it strange what we all thought of as sane regardless? A regal walk in the rain, people in slums in the Sun, a conversation with God talking of banes, a Goddess with silent thoughts exchanged of new moons and true boons, late bloomers, & new school students with great tutors, Professor Xavier & Magneto contained within Legion, the blessed saviors and the evil, it's all just a test to sway you & see if you see-through & fathom it all in a glimpse, after the Fall & the end there's always a beginning, the cosmos revolving, yet constantly evolving, it's endless... I watch as Dawn rises with mica patterns in psychoactive sobriety, & calmly smile when sorrow is passively guiding me to honour our lasting alliance yet the path will rise from chasms & the cries of ghastly & vile madness to the skies & it's tapestries... for we are all childs of the magic aethers