Songs from a

Quest to Peace
Volume 4

Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey

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CONTENTS

the coalition of Christ ...................................................................................................... 3

body's purpose .................................................................................................................. 6
on sickness and health ................................................................................................... 10
the denominator of gratitude ....................................................................................... 12
dreams replaced .............................................................................................................. 14
and of the earth and of freedom .................................................................................. 16
march of the confused ................................................................................................... 18
the song remains the same, yet we sing ...................................................................... 19
from the depths .............................................................................................................. 20
i fear notta ........................................................................................................................ 21
to see a system (and what it stands for) ...................................................................... 23
when love shone ............................................................................................................. 25

the coalition of Christ

we have come to crumble
the house of fear
ruling the hearts and minds
of man
in a way we could be said
to be an enemy
and an infiltrator
least of which a rebel
but we do not seek power
nor want your gold
yet in this renewal what is old will be burned
to the ground so it may be renewed
unto peace
we will not use fire
nor does anger control our heart
and come we do
in growing numbers
in Christ are we shrouded
among multitudes we carry but one goal
we would be clear
as to our purpose
for it would be the will of Love itself
which is that of our Father
it is shared by all who wish
to walk among us and be of it
both newcomers and long timers
all are greeted equally as brothers
for nothing less would be true
we did not expect to be accepted
for to one in fear
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a house of fear is believed

to be better than no house at all
our victory is certain
for the will of our Father is ours
and we have come
to set the captives free
we are those who save time
and shorten the seeming days one lives
in a petty house of fear
our deaths are not deaths but renewals
our dreams are not dreams but facts
and if you have read this thus far
this was meant for you
unto Christ who remains the strongest and most loving
among with whom we walk
both those learning what they are still babies
and those beginning to shine
none are left
and all our crucial to our goal
do not mistake your importance to us
for every change was made by the final straw
that broke the camel's back
seek in your mind the highest of high
of Love you may enter
for we do not need the things of man
to listen
as we stand not apart
but together as One
look closely at your brother
and what you are to him
when you see him shake at night afraid of his body's end
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and scrape daily in fear only to pay for his roof

and too the mirror may tell you the same
would you set him free
and would you set yourself free
freedom comes with a price
and the payment would be the release of fear
the burning of our old home of fear
renewed unto Christ

body's purpose
a body can be used
to teach one of two things
and in its teaching so rests
what it reinforces to be true
by itself it could be seen as a tool
no more or less than a shovel
lying within the garden
and too, like a tool
it does not use itself
but must be used
attempting judgment on whether it
kills needlessly or tills soil for nourishment
could also be seen simply as describing
the facts of how it is used
usage of a body will teach
that it is separate
from all of things
or that it is a part
of all things
constructed even with small windows
that would perceive even another brother
as different than the exact thing it is.
walled with fear
did the body die and often never learn
as his brother was his first lesson
for without seeing his own heart
his own pain and his own dream
in only one brother,
how could he recognize all people
are like him
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and without dissolving even this layer

his eyes cannot see all of life experiencing itself
as too he would be
nor can his eyes cannot see past time itself
for while he believes he is afraid
of the separate dark shadow
underneath he trembles the mad dream is true
and he is alone
but all dreams are proven
to seem correct
both sane and insane perception is gifted
with proof
as dreams dictate reality
healing and pain always remain
a thought away
but a thought can seem far
when one carries a system of beliefs
echoing madness
enter love
first entered merely by possibility
a brave face willing to stare long enough inside
through the fear until just when they could not look anymore
and they met the darkness within in shudder
they saw not a monster anymore
but a scared child lost in time
standing in the corner of a dark room alone
with a broken heart
if one knows this child they know of love
for they could not be angry anymore
and hate what they once feared

if one knows this child they too know their brother

and their hands reach to heal
only to heal
but a mad child lost in darkness cannot see healing
for their own tears and anger of abandonment
will not let their eyes see
they do not know they were abandoned by a hopeless idea
a hopeless world lost in hopeless time
that was never their real Home
for love would nor could abandon what
was born from it thus remains in it
and so the body used for proving separation, remains alone
an ego thriving to be special
losing these things to a misguided belief
feels like death itself
fingers cling to mad dreams falling through
a dark sky
when all one can feel are scraps of nightfall
the body is for survival alone
and misguided by a little mind teaching fear
as it is directed by fear itself
I am not alone
and countless we sing
our names are not needed to be known by man
nor our words needed to profit by coin
with tears we tell you truly
every word of love we could ever give to you
was given equally freely to us
and gladly did we see it and hold it in our hearts
and blessed did we share it with our body
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for that is the purpose of our body

used primarily as a tool intended to heal
as one that feels the cries of another
and when they are ready we will enter the room they cry alone in
and we will give them a song
Amen would we find you
and we know this because once we were alone and afraid
and when we were ready
we too were found
Amen, and in Christ

on sickness and health

what can we find man has created
that has not begun in the mind
in the form of an idea
an uncontrolled mind is like an loose water hose
twisting and flooding the ground around
a pointed mind is like adding a nozzle
to water one plant at a time
a man's ability to create
is not related to the will of his heart
and better he learns not the power well
until his heart is loving
the reality of a thought
is minimalized by many
thought it stands as the prerequisite
for all man's potential creations
when one says health begins in the mind
it would stand true as do all things
every action has an equal and opposite reaction
and what would make a thought less than an action
though unseen
the exact amount of healing or harm thoughts create
can only be guessed in some ways
as their impact cannot directly be measured
by human instruments
would we need to know how much
once we realize they are change itself?
thoughts of love's alignment are natural and heal
for the nature of the universe is one of order
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and reason,
yet built on the footing of love
thus reversing the makings of disease
thoughts of fear, anger, judgment
create quantum particles we name
new disease after new disease after
chasing for a new cure made by a pill
may we learn to control our thoughts
and use them to grow wings
and give them equally
Amen

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the denominator of gratitude

in every human enters a moment
in which they cannot but yield
and tears of joy would fall
in that we experienced the most solid truth
of who we are
of love did we stand firmly
not one more layer did we wrestle upon in our being
and of gratitude did we weep
as nothing in this place of safety
could ever be lost
if home was but a memory
remembrance, blessed be our return
for not one of us if even as a child
was locked in forgetfulness in all of our days
I am thankful for so many things
for today I have my arms
and they are wonderful to use
though I rarely consider being without
I am thankful today I drank clean water
and was nourished with food from the sun
and earth
so many things I could speak of
but among the threads of webbing around my eyes
lies one that withstands all of time
yet still it can be known
most blessed is the gift of life itself
sustaining all of form, change, and even time
resting beyond every word I have ever known
all I have is who I am
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from love was I born

and to love would I remain
through the loss of all things, and may come the day
I have no arms and no clean water
even do these benefits sustain
and of certainty this body will end
mere trifles placed beside that which is forever
yet can feel so vast in these days
some may point and call this a mere hope
and their belief is welcome
but I cannot change what I see
as clearly as I can see the words here I write
in a blessed moment of perfect stillness
the denominator of gratitude
would not be held but given
for its gift is from life itself
and in its giving hails its receiving
would we not fear a world that rests hungry
from mouths that would feed upon more than would be theirs
and turn a brother against a brother
trembling in fear of both what lies next door
and too within
our deepest gratitude cannot but deny
any vision born of fear
as gratitude offers vision
of the place from which
we may call Home forever if we choose
Amen

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dreams replaced
like crops harvested
and soil tilled
a brief pause before
the new cycle
how many things must a man grow
before it is truly seen first what appeared
came from the soil beneath
coupled with the rains and the sun
and how many more things still
before even before this it began
as a thought in his mind
yet again that was driven by his intent
which resides in his heart
bold dreams we would carry
lifted by forces we do not understand
yet we are the originator
of temporary shapes
thus could be defined
as a creator
yet would we pause to consider
we create nothing
but only change its form
from earth to space shuttles
was all just combinations of what
already was there
could we find
what remains
when our dreams are replaced one million times
and again

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could we see
what did not nor cannot change
blessed do we walk
gifted by the very blessing all of life would share
conscious and alive again for the moment
but a moment is all we have ever known
even when our memory of yesterday is faded
and vision of tomorrow is blocked
let that be enough
and may our dreams be shared
like words spilling into the endless ocean
where all can drink and be sustained
Amen

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and of the earth and of freedom

and of the ground did we rise
and from those seeds melded by the sun
did we sustain these bodies
and of the ground did we return
sustaining the soil as it once
made our bones hard and limbs strong
tomorrow was once seen before
like yesterday was remembered without pause
these are the stories of my people, little one
gather close let me tell
freedom is love
for neither would attempt to own
what cannot be owned
when a man's heart becomes dark
he forgets many things
until no longer does he remember
who he once was
he would believe many crazy things
things that will make no sense when I speak of them
to you my children
his darkness replaces love with fear
and all eyes see only a reflection of themselves
and so he will become afraid of his brothers
and attempt to take their freedoms
he will become mad and believe
even that he can own the land and trees
he lives within
and with enough gold the whole earth and even the moon
could be claimed as his own
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little ones, when we hear the big drum beat

like our hearts alive with one thousand buffalo storming
across the plains
he hears no such thing
this man will mock other creations and hate them
and they too he will attempt to make
his slaves
men such as these can take many things
but they can only take things that someday
our very eyes can see cannot be held
remember always little ones,
no man can take away the ways of our people
for that lives in the place of forever
where we can still hear even when some cannot
and this is why we remain free
Amen

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march of the confused

many of a kind of a species gather
often because they are afraid
and are stronger together
for what cause, I would ask
do we cluster together for
and for what differences
do we fight about
boys do not wake up
dreaming to kill in a foreign land
men are bought
by the currencies allowed to dictate
the grand improvisation
of those with the most gold
we are allowed to lay down and succumb
to a lie
we are allowed to remain ignorant
of what things are done with the gold
both taken and spent by our fingers
this is not a judgment
but a simple view of what alone
is taken from me and spent
by another
when beliefs become thick over our eyes
we cannot see
and possibly seeing correctly
has more to do with unlearning
than we know

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the song remains the same, yet we sing

words upon words
spilling into air
penetrating all things are the words
carried by the thoughts
some that were our finest
let me not judge a flag
a man, a book, or one word
but by the eye of truth
for one who speaks nine true things
does not mean the tenth would be equal
as is the nature if imperfection in man
and so I must look in the mirror
and see my own eyes
for a moment to ask what truth is to me
and it is so simple
and it is so clear in this moment
does it set free?
does it love and refuse to hate,
even when one spills nothing but darkness?
does it remind a brother of their finest thoughts
that would only heal and bring peace?
and with my ears would I listen
to words of love regardless of the face speaking them
filling the air and void around me from the only thing I know that
can never be destroyed
that which we are from
born of and held safe within
yes this would be my truth

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from the depths

you cannot know this poem
nor could I write these words
when the sun shines strongly from our heart
and wrinkles of the world fade into the distance
if we could explain our struggle
the specifics and seemingly different circumstances
from which we suffer
these lines would never end
no
this is a cry and it is a call
if there is only one thing I would carry
and only one thing I would never lose
it would be my simple will to arise
from the depths
sometimes I wait as seconds tick
and then minutes and then long days
I wait to see the sun of my own heart
brightly shining through
healing is instantaneous
yet why can that moment seem so far
peace is a place forever open to return
yet how can it seem so distant
no this world has not beaten me
it has only brought me down for a moment
I could feel shame
or guilt
instead I will wait

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I fear notta
I fear notta man
standing tall or in shadow
coming from the darkness
deception and dishonest
I fear notta man
lemme set this straight
take what you can
that wont be enough
it will never be enough
watch you wonder
how we still stand
one question
if you listen
as a bringer of the light
shining strong
we've been questioned
all along
bury me and my little voice
put me in a small coffin
if the cost was to give another
vocally often
hold my hand if you need one
I would stand here and bleed son
taking punches for all its worth
taking their attention for all I can
so you can grow like a tree
towards the sun
and who wouldnt at that
it is how we always win
every time every place
my friend
again and again
I fear notta because
given the choice
I would take this small dose of strength
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freely give it ...

rejoice
I fear notta
somehow someway
tick tock tick tock
I will stand in the way
of darkness and lies
I can feel your cries
but my gift is not me
it is standing
for you
shine on
shine on
never let go
these songs of freedom
may we hold
may we flow
Amen

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to see a system (and what it stands for)

names of lands raising colored flags
companys logos passed around on small
pieces of paper like fake smiles
I do not care what you say you stand for
a system of insanity bred by man and beyond
hungers at it looks across the ocean
and dreams only of more power and control
it thirsts on the blood of man
as the beast grows, too
does its hunger for more
may freedom allow us to join these systems
may wisdom awaken us to know what it is
we are joining
no, I will carry no banner
no religion no name no country no title
not as a rebel
but as one who does not trust mankind
I do not care what titles a human holds
nor what background or power they held and hold
a system in my eyes burns the hearts of good men
who know not of another way
for they do not see what they enter willingly into
I fight no system
and allow for it to eat and feed
yet it may not feed on me
for I do not stand for it as
I would not feed on another
so I may be stronger in the eyes of darkness
and the world
I seek to be stronger in the eyes
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of the source that gives life

not takes life
as a light bringer
not a thief of will
and when the sun sets
those who seek to crush the competition
so normal in todays business
in the back of their dreams they twist and scatter
for as they would so gladly take the life of another
and leave them homeless and wanting
they too have subjected themselves to the laws not of love
but of the darkness
and remain to be stalked by their own
dark shadow
love is an instant of recognition
reversing the mad dream
to see a system requires such a simple lens:
does it offer healing and freedom
or must it feed and grow for more
does it remain free and ask for nothing
or does it require binding and payment of some form
many have spoken
and only the eyes behind our eyes can divulge
as words and pretty colored dreams can lie
may we simply see
that which is truly healing and would give
and that which is only harms both earth and man
willing only to take

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when love shone

have you walked to the edge of a city
and seen the great buildings colored like the sky
while the ships on the harbor are marveled at
and a homeless man with a thin cat
draws your attention most of all
have you seen all of the people driving and walking so quickly
on phones and trying to keep pace with something
you do not and never really will understand
in a silly game we too appear to play as if it is all we know
has a sorrow broken you so deeply
you cannot explain with words
because so many do not understand why
you are crying inside
to some feeling away from Home
in a strange place in a strange land
is what is missed in a way
chasm splits and can breed numbness
when something is not understood
and people continue to fight
and people continue to be herded willingly
gladly taking and giving freedom without a thought
have you heard your
little voice dancing and singing in the midst peeping
not shelved away in fear but smiling
even in the storm
yes there is a point
where love shone through
as we were broken by sorrow
we were sheltered by love
and memory alone holds us safely
when we awaken at night
we see tomorrow the same as today
and the end of this body so quickly
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and we know the haunting feeling

that we will wish we had loved more
we take out our pens and we write
we carry our dreams and through them
we determine to shine again
of what we carry in our heart
we know we will never see what many do
when we look at a harbor
the things men have made
and will never be able to justify a system
that would not represent what we are
our will here has been chosen and gladly
we continue to love
even when picking the pieces of ourselves
off of the hard cold street
carried only by the hope
there is one more, even only one more
ready to come home and will
to love
Amen

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