Creation Birthed

What was left behind
In worlds that play on replay
Repeating circles of living histories seemingly not learned
Maybe on Purpose
Looking up in what's called our skies rolling in multitudes of colors
Rain falls on the Earth hits the dry dust on the surface
Birth and rebirth
Born on this plain
Breath in Breath
Breathe in and Breathe out
As we inhale and exhale the light in our eyes show
First sight of GOD
Smiling at our newness cries of hunger pains ours bodies
We are feed the fruits of labor and we drink fresh water and milk from our mothers
Falling in love with the wholeness of Home
Crashed down with broken promises
Older in stride 
Hurt plagues us 
Pain raises us
Tears to wipe away with the hands of only our own
Craving desires of lust on opposites 
Wanting to receive taking in all of you in need of becoming one
Leaving with dissatisfaction
Curious what's around us
We are warned
Seen premonitions of disasters ahead of us
We continue on hope with blind faith in things
Entities
Of things yet to come
But we continue to grow learning and teaching what we were taught eons ago
Creators of the creative minds
Dance, Sing and write imaginations of only darkness can conceive 
We continue on reincarnating into bliss of pure ignorance but rationalize our decisions which are made in emotion
Sins of infinite 
Heavens of eternity with Angels with large wings who protected innocents that quickly become dirty
Forgiven though we are
Saviors of savages walking in suites of pseudo intelligence
Claiming land freely given to all of us
Conquerors rule
Slaves to society we become 
Small lived of chosen people 
Given sacrifices of Ancient Blood
Royalty of generations before me
Titles of Entitlement 
Spoiled by mothers guilty of things out of her control
Dealing a hand planned to lose 
We Continue
Once in a while a win in our favors
Thankful with our gratefulness to the stars that disappeared in the last days of the Old