The copper ball.

No I wasn’t invited to the ball
Because it wasn’t known
The change of seasons started early
So I tucked my crystal ball away
Before I lose it in the rain or snow 
Speaking from the quiet moment about 
The things I made mention crystal ball
Not a rainbow river or brown sugar cone 
Can become desert but in real times is
The blood mud and political stand off
Or start up standing against the wars spread
Deaths spells call, I took no sides in divining 
But fell upon the stones steps of freedoms call
Where rush was now still spoken in it wake
The age of dismissal is the earth in redress 
I return in the good of autumn through the hardest
Winters and rejoice in spring I pondered the faith
Leading to earthly fears resurfacing the great Devil
Called war no it’s not a funny story I read another’s 
But rather recall his lasting frown I’m stating about

Am I looking through the same lens the centuries differ

The judgement of future colonization of Earth Mars 

By Earth and possibly to earth not a full parcel a change

In the direction stated and begun but what light or truth 

Can be seen to open Gods railing beg the light to become

Our existence truth be continuum knowing what is wars way

But what is this unwanted war to which all arms heed to call

That has a meaningful plan direction to bring help and heal 

Against what isn’t peace or end of this war precipitating such

That these conflicts end by resolution not by wicked means

I am not insensitive to groups of others resolved by peace nicks 

Or the others called, War Licks that get their dues by both sword

And cane with resolve to keep our Earth from unwanted challenge

The thunder of the Gods…