True elation is emancipation

when hopes do stoop low

like willows in snow

the shallows freeze tight

with hopelessness bright

conclusion is false

inquiring one's pulse

doesn't take any mind

when the body's machinery

serves to delight

its owner and master

the baby who writes

the ethereal knowledge

of being right

Does it take time to move?

Do you sink in the groove?

of the rhythm of creation

which sides with no nation

and knowing everything passes

and changes 

but still stays the same

throughout so many ages

for factions, races and sexes 

are false

they are just another guise

for the people in power to hold

make you forget that your wise

just to utilise

you as a pawn

like so many others

and make it seem 

that the only safe place

is in the swarm

they force a fear of another

without any proof

and try to take over

just to reap the lies of domination

of the one true elation

which is emancipation

in our roots 

shared by us all

origins indescribable

that do heed the call

of the big and the small

for we are on this ball

of blue red and white

which spins through emptiness

and fills it with might

holt and revive

continue and thrive

run and survive

society's hive

and nobody feeds

the hands that bite

off the necks 

of the trite

treachery

disguised as help

which seeks to divide

just to finance itself

destroying our hearts

and infecting our minds

through means dishonest

we are forced to pick sides

but the answer is both 

for humanity is one

and that's truth's sworn oath

danced and sung

sensitive and accepting

unbreakable and flexible

inclusive and conclusive

demanding and letting

the diversity of individuality

and the kindred of similarity

Which is what we all are 

yet the ones who hold power

and try to control

trample the ingenuous 

who are stings too strenuous

the so called credulous

who play with this nebulous

I am existing

breathing

flowing

forming

expanding-contracting

filling-extracting

growing

learning, reviving

holding for a second

letting go forever

looking-listening-touching-tasting

Finding

searching

combining

creating

I have a knowing

The personally understood bigger picture is the true point of view

But only when attentive can one see who

Gives the credence to this existence