Songs from a

Quest to Peace
Volume 1

Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey

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Contents

the agenda of peace .......................................................................................................... 3

the election of freedom ................................................................................................... 5
the opening ........................................................................................................................ 7
the old tablets .................................................................................................................... 8
pebble ............................................................................................................................... 10
dreams and the dreamer ................................................................................................ 12
Cord of Communion ..................................................................................................... 13
vision returning ............................................................................................................... 16
blessed the shackle ......................................................................................................... 18
uplug ................................................................................................................................. 20
game of thrones .............................................................................................................. 21
neutrality........................................................................................................................... 23

the agenda of peace

let us not be mistaken
as any word
of any brother
holds purpose of some kind
my pen is the drum that sounds
may my heart fuel me another day
to bang this drum of peace
until every brother
until every last brother
would sing too
in Its name
the beautiful song is not proprietary
and can be shared by all
let me be clear of my agenda
as the drum is aimed at the very walls
encasing the minds
of our people
how would we know?
how would we know the ones who speak of peace?
from those who feed us fear
from where we stand you will find
an unmovable rock
and our words
are not changed by the winds
of time or situation
our story does not change
and we speak with only One voice
we need nothing from you
yet sing for your attention
even when others have laughed
even as many of our brothers have been silenced
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yes we too,
carry an agenda
we ask not for your money
we do not fear what another brother could do
and do not worship the gods of technology
power or those who use strong words for fear
we worship only One
as it is both what we stand upon
and That which burrows in our heart
but it is not us
we ask you to hear
it is you we ask
to sing too
the agenda of peace
is not about us
for our path is certain
though sometimes hard
we ask for you
to join the song you know inside
no longer
will you sit in silence
for the agenda of the night
shine my brothers,
shine on
Amen

the election of freedom

we say we want freedom
our hearts sing even now when we hear its sweet words
as those like MLK sang of its truth
we say we want freedom
but must look at what we elect
for the only opposite to freedom
is fear
freedom cannot be given to another man or creature
for as our forefathers wrote it is a natural and inalienable right
freedom can only be taken
as a bird can only be caged
we only can elect only those
who stand in the song of freedom
or who cower the shadow of fear.
let us be clear as to what we choose
for we have chosen the same for so long
we believe brothers who look and believe differently than we
secretly plot our deaths
and in this belief we only perpetuate their perception
that we do the same
and so the solution has been born to take their freedom
in the possibility that they would attempt to take ours
this is not freedom
we have allowed our leaders for one-hundred years to borrow money
from bankers with the name Federal
who are no more federal than the store down the street
this allowance has done nothing but enslave us financially
and our children
to a system of debt and financial oppression
America was not always this way
and our forefathers warned against it heavily
as they had just escaped the same oppression
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our republic was meant to protect the rights of people and states
not make their choices and take the monies of persons
these were meant to be the jobs of the states
the men who run for our government
are funded by the very bankers we are indebted to
who own the companies and media we are handfed
the only real difference in any government is one thing
no matter what title they proclaim
"how many choices does it make for me?"
I would bomb no innocent
I would financially enslave no one
let this be my simple song
as my dollars were not given freely for these things
but taken against my will
most of all I would remember
no matter what freedoms they take and choices they make for me
they cannot take my vision
that I would not live to fear any man
nor the system that opposes not my song
but the song for all creatures
no man can take who I am,
for that is all I have
I would not want to make choices for what another elects
but would only ask they acknowledge what they choose
may freedom ring
and may we look with our eyes behind our eyes
and fear no more

the opening
the opening
of eyes long closed
the return
of hope
once when the cold winds
and dark nights
made our brightness dim
and the world
turned to grey
we would never forget
that moment the child within
looked out again as it once had
unto colors
the opening of eyes long closed
welcomed like our best friend
and welcomed would our best friend be
to remind us when a dim world
made us squint
many days of squinting
led again to the closing
may we smile softly in the winter wind
returning to
the opening
Amen

the old tablets

on stone in sumaria
egypt and the dead seas
we laughed at the greeks
we thought - myth for sure
swallen people
little in thinking
time not seen in multi thousands
but only a few hundred rotations from the sun
so what matters
so what have we learned
the rebel yell bores holes through kneeling
twists screws through stagnancy
and leaves so may repulsed
the old words and writings told us what
they saw if we chose to read them
but..
peace is in reading nothing
but knowing what we are
peace is in the gift that even in the strange hybrid
species humans develop
cannot touch the essence of what is inside
with no ill intent
no we will not bow to the lines on the stone
we will not bow to the words on a page
any page or any stone
we will bow to that from which we uncover
from within
that which cannot be learned
only known

too few understand consciousness

for it is the futterfly of life and ability
choosing
too many understand the small mind
bouncing thoughts like ping pong balls
tune out
turn off
the grass would teach the same as
the heart
for what grows from the stem
cannot be taken
words can be learned
but the mind is worthless in seeking the timeless
for it cannot understand what it is not
and it is of the world of form
beautiful child
you are of the sea and beyond
the stars and before
all beginning and all end
nothing can be threatened
yet the world would attempt it such
stand tall and look
not with your eyes
for your eyes will lie
look with you vision
so simple will you smile
amen and the old tablets
no longer are needed
any more than the tablets of today
bury this writing and any other
none are needed unto the Kingdom
of Peace
Amen

pebble
as even children
they told us to raise our hand
before we spoke
they told us to march in a line
step by step we conditioned to authority
when I wonder why we do not speak
and see the inability of even those I love
to challenge the very facts in front of their face
I feel like a teenager again
I do not mean to be a rebel
for at least then we knew something was amiss
and dreaded too see this strange world as our parents did
our world has been of blood for thousands of years
our country was sold to a band of money lenders
with the false prefix "federal" 100 years ago
we have fought documented lies over and over
and how many peaceful loving voices disappeared
do not hear the song wrong
it is not about them
they are not even worth a breath of anger
they only do what power attempts
few stand still - peaceful and fearless
rebels we would be called
mainstream has been a joke for us for too long
and to the zombie eyes and hungry mouths
who know not where to feed,
let the people eat these lies
the blessing of truth
would be that one cannot be deceived by another
for each of us can only deceive ourselves
amen unto what cannot be taken
amen unto what cannot be destroyed

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the hardest thing we must learn

is that unto freedom, everything
would be released in time
and nothing would be held
everything until we are fearless,
and beyond the current pretense
of a gender, age, name, and temporary aspects that could only
make us seem different than another consciousness
we try to persevere the unpreservable
slavery is defeated only within consciousness
for our body is already bound
when we find the door of freedom
may we speak
when we speak it would be so direct it would frighten
so let us be led
that we would throw one pebble in the wilderness
for one to find home
the greatest lie.
the greatest lie.
was that every last one of us
at one point forgot
what we really were
Amen and peace
to truth and memory

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dreams and the dreamer

of the dreams
and the dreamer
isolated moments like frozen teardrops
the past of what we did not become
the future of what we cannot become
enslaving our dreams trying to blossom
the weight of the chain
the weight of the world
so bearing
may our light shatter
may our will shatter
the rote lines trapped within
bouncing inside like tired lies
for they stand not true
the speak not of
what we are
creators rising through the depths
of a frozen tundra once seemingly unbreakable
yes we know the rising
we all know the rising
as well as our frozen tears
today
today let us be wondrous
majestic and alive
the dreams that carry not only our own rise
but those by our side
today let us be thankful
the ground was unearthed
and we flew
Amen

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cord of communion
there is a cord of communion extending from my heart to my vision
thoughts, hands, and all else
that would naturally heal and hold
and walk so softly
inside my being too rests a program of sorts
like a CD installed inside my head
trying to run and overrun
the cord of peace
would we know a quest to peace
if we had not walked a path of suffering
could we know the kindness of love
if we have not seen the eyes of cold
the program resides and teaches me
all that the world shares in who I am
and what it is to me
I simply would crack it
I cannot rip it out of my head any more than
ripping myself out of this body
yet remaining in the same form
and so it plays and plays
attempting to tell me my small role in this world
and how I would suffer and punish myself
how I would give up slowly drinking its numbing potions
to take me to my eventual hole in the dirt
I would call myself brave like a warrior only some days
and this would be one of those days.
after feeling like many battles have been lost
yet I can still see. breathe. gifted with life still.
the war for this small life is not over
and what would I fight for
and for what would I die so willingly

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first let me keep this cord for it is my soul

without it the world is dark and black and
I have no communion to the Mother and Father
and Brothers around me.
for their faces are like shadows as my eyes
no longer see in color
and may the cord be kept shining
and my fight becomes all attachments in this place
that would take my attention away from the one thing
I cannot lose
may it have everything else
for it will anyway someday
I give it freely
But I do not give the memory of what I am
and that which has created me
I will not lose this
and so the small words stay small but
are sprinkled and left behind.
these someday are written so my children
will understand why I was who I was
and make more sense of the world I lived inside
a world that sometimes got the best of me
and sometimes I could see as clearly
as their little eyes
these words are etched upon my heart
I shake sometimes to tell the truth
the deepest truth as I am not alone in this
so many voices and hearts
I am a freedom fighter
but not freedom in the way most see it to be
I trust nothing or man that can be funded to power
I trust nothing of a world that is cold
I trust no one to tell me what I should eat if my purchase could line their pockets

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I have no anger anymore

death is an old friend and rebirth is an even better one
this moment alone holds both in its opening
this song sings to every single one of us
who would think
who would see with their eyes behind their eyes
smiling I look back on the old
yesterday that is gone forever
only glad that in life or death
memory is complete
even for one moment
that one moment of salvation
was and may always be enough to the Peace
of God
Amen

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vision returning
and so we walk with vision returning
for so many years did I wrestle those demons
to discover grace
yet its finding was not in how I had expected
for it was not in the eyes looking
but in the space of a blink
how did the picture change
from one of sand and dryness
where I thirsted so and the colors sat in only blurred sandstorm
how did this picture change to the place of peace
here by the river flowing in love
healing my very bones with green all around
in an instant
let me never forget this
for coming home would never alter its way
our lives are driven by what we wish to drive
dreams, ego, suffering
the soft sweetness of our heart may open
and begin to feed our thoughts, feelings, body,
and then on to those around us
our driver was shared for it calls upon all of life
for the body of life we share
and It knows and remembers us all
and the moment we remember the Body we share
the blink occurs and sweet water do we taste
sometimes we do not know who to cry out to
when we forgot
to the sky, to ourselves, to the body we sprung from
we want to say we are sorry but then
we are remembered too in a way
where equally is our family glad we are home
as sweet as home is to us
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the jaunt into the woods meant nothing

nor did the minutes, days, years, or lifetimes
are shed in that instant again
now we both are smiled uponand smile upon too
sweet vision of peace
hastened our return
Amen

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blessed the shackle

I stand here on this cold floor
arms outstretched and this shackle upon my wrist
bars around me
of what a man could take from me
is nothing
why do I see a prison some would ask
but in my eyes freedom
comes from that which we are gifted from the Father
untouchable and indestructible
and this body was never mine
but I the merry host
for it is that of my Mother
who dreams to us softly and sweetly
to know Her is to know all creatures
and all of life our eyes behold
She has no favorites among her born
I am but a small cell in a living being
beautiful role
caretaker of a system working as one
what ways of the virus upon her
steal and teach men not of her
only for they know her not
would I serve them
to sustain and create their technologies
and strange systems of control
giving meaning to their insanity
I walk the prison cell
not judging freedom in degrees of man
for some are bound so tight they
cannot even move

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until the harshest prison

becomes the reality
and what can be free in consciousness
too has been confined
let us fear the shackle not
but be thankful to see how it cuts our lives
and has bound us to ways for so long
the earth does not speak of
let us be thankful when we see the chains
we would call out unto the sky
would there be another way
yes this would be both the key
and the way
step by step towards our peace
no they could not bind the boundless
and all who know what they are
were never trapped in the strange place
of modern life
looking back and this beautiful cell in our sky
at the beginning and too the end
as they become the same
like the life of only one
blessed was the shackle
for it teaches not only what can be taken
but too what cannot
Amen I bow
never a slave
now as many who walk to set the captives free

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uplug
for a moment
off to my cell phone beeping
the mainstream media bleep bleeping
children screeching
money to pay
money to wait for
fixing the TV
who had said what to whom
people in strange prisons for no reason
the sounds of those oppressed in my ears
my small world spinning within one seemingly so large
questions of who I am
farther yet still the great mystery dangling
forging on until my head cannot see
down from up
ohhhh the delight
of this small place to lay
my heart has known too many things
as if this life alone could not justify why
that I would be let to rest alone
in peace for these minutes
body engulfed by the body from which we all sprang
body swollen by the sweet air sustaining me again
ohhhhh
if you could see my eyes they would be like a child
with the wonder of all things they dreamed good
this is my place and it is all places
lay with me my friend
together may we return to the other side
and
unplug

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game of thrones
through a door chained upon the wall
shackled were 100 slaves
believing slaves they were
and so it was
through a door in large golden chairs
sat 10 kings
dreaming kings they were
and so it was
we came not to own your thrones
we came not to steal your slaves
who wish to be either kings or servants
we are the drops in the sea
but of a sea that cannot be destroyed
lo your thrones will crack
and your slaves will cry
we are not the slaves
nor the kings
we bear the word of our Father
and carry it to all
that they too
may join us in His sea
play your game of thrones
with dice, blood, and lives
for this game
is not of us
that which moves through us
only to reclaim our own
who deem return
time
lo we wash your silly thrones to dirt
lo we shed your needless shackles to air

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we are Love
nothing more and nothing less
in remembrance
one by one we end this strange game
for all who would return.
Amen

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neutrality
time upon time
and space traveled thru and thru
was ended in this place
the sum off all numbers is zero
and in this safe place of stillness
from the heavens to the dream worlds
rests our eternal safety
the world could not end because it never began
apart from a dream
the forms in it only to be now a part
of the collective experience of All
like clean tablets with infinite potential
holding nothing we attempt to dream
into creation
but cannot lose the center of the sum
from which all are held
it was Law
it is math
that our safety in this vast system remains
as non-charged particles we sing together
side by side in the mind of our creator
nothing lost
nothing threatened
we never left this place
it is how we hear the Voice
it speaks to us still
for we cannot be lost
a world in seeming time
long since the dream of many took its way
and believed in the charges they stood for
long since the memory of self

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the calling allows for free will

it does not impose one to cease a strange dark dream
in which true memory is lost
we come to gather those ready
to end the dream of strange projection
like data all is stored in shared in the mind of God
we come only to remind
neutrality exists anywhere one seeks it
the quiet stillness that correctly remembers
nothing of us could ever be lost
how soft and sweet the once scary dream
became
Amen

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