A Beacon of the light.

The Earth as we know or call it our beacon 

of civilization that has turned itself over and

over leaving little in the development of the

new social trail the human interaction taken 

major steps to escape the images of the poor

But gardeners bent the moments becoming a

vegetable staple what was good to the mouth

The years of these moments may be very bit

a slow million of months years as though for

these were a page missing with archaeologists 

report of organized history long only known ie 

remnants or sci fi fantasy mail bag space.com

has a record section if your codes line up and

click you may get a reply worth checking the

NASA mail bag, a sci fi fantasy I.d.invention

of mine. Of course my opinion too, trying to

thread the needle. The early mail bag story I

refer to has bits of religion in it. UFO,s real,

From what I understand Earth was a planet of

water, a blue world. Where later unknown to

the press worldly bodies of earth fire struck

this planet creating mountains of fire and hell

that precipitated the global divisions that rocks

This world. “To be continued.

Man and woman and the universe and their rocks

fire steel and rocket ships. A lot of missing facts

steps left for us to imagine another side or shadow

of the victory seem true. Well Martians aren’t the

cave dwellers who drew their messages on to the

caves black board for us. What they saw and drew

I only can wonder and coming out the cave naked

Thank God for hands and fingers which led the way,

For food to be served and stored for its village whole.

The signet point doesn’t state how the shovel ax shed

New life and how the village came to be but families 

gathering in survival to this day are similar in group

Knowledge is only what they were capable of doing 

That lied to all and the defense arrangement was just

One Tribal directions growth and reason thought that

Civilization remaking the village, reeds of past rivers

Land trees all persuaded by the red tide blue willows

growing wild overspilling the stone steps bridge to it

weddings do and don’t brought back to life as darken

beacon applauding till the water wheel now slowed to

still spits up spring season gain in weighted call or be

growing bread without carrying adds is a catastrophe 

The last wall where darken remains of still mounds are

commit to earth people who remained to stay under the 

guises lend the pain of burials spoken in reaching God

But in the time that history holds its notes of inspiration 

Boast its written word given to inscribe your religion in

The written word Dance of the Wall and Flags hoorah

In grace upheld cast another shadow dance in flags grace.