The next flight

Chapter 1

written by imran malik
Please read with the mysic i wrote it to imagine and it will all fall in place
The link is at the end of this book

as i'm taken by a seat of a airplane in its first class flight above the never lands cruising in its blue beautiful sky with the soothing comfort of peaceful bliss music in to my ears the resting feeling of a placee well look aftered and never to alter from its luxuries a belief thats embedded as the bombs drop back behind me from the window on countries that use to make others and its members suffers terrible fates and destiny the helpless evil men and women crying out while being invaded and taken by huge calamities and disasters the ground opening nd swalloing in armies upon armies fireworks decorations around the towns bright and colourful and end to terrorism racism and other harmful indoctrination and place where the souls that rise up stand cuffed up in the clouds looking down in regret as prisoners and a journeying between the minds eye like of a flash wiped from its traces what i expect as i put down this glass of milk awaiting from the hostile my plate of food warm tenderly cooked chicken in a short hour following a movie documentary of the tour i'm heading for ahead i can finally see that the ring i had on didn't mean a lot because now beside me was my beautiful wife enjoying what we had bought to have it sit resting on a near by ledge crused and worn for so many trails of days and tribulations effects buried in darkness a manisfiesation of the new beginning and a bright future leaving the old in its caged praticies for no satisfaction and trickery now the misery in which people grew up to find it replaced by joy young kids who were used with dirt on their faces helped by other nations and countries took taken washed and cleaned converted in to religious standards and taught a new way accepting and complete in submission training many others that would follow regardless of age race and culture the beneficial lifetime of humanity from slavery in to total peace and freedom the return of the great ones that would once again walk this planet as for the other who had already passed away from a lifetime of service heading in to the total bliss found special in front of the light that shines inside and awakens our passports for travailing in lost in its passionate colours escsances and tastes of the coming no return but the offers recieverd from papers that continue so writing their good deeds and growing roses beside a beautiful place i would feel the sides as if they would come to meet toegheter with our destiny and our offspring to return back to its ternary and let the devine judges us then we stand on that day what was promised to us until then let the world understand what it gave and what it will take from us only to some traditions that were man made developed put to the test for complete failure cultures that carved hearts without proof the shadows shading the presidented positions of power falling like popped balloons filled with feathers
and silver tonsil hang in upon gold tonsil with green tinsil tables decorated in large capcitity rooms into the straight elevators up that tour us way beyond the existence that we had experienced and seeing the sighing faces that once committed crimes unable to move and react dining with each other before the time left with the make up they wore still attached the revealing clothes to a certain degree all frozen in action and emotion what is the source to they have no wisdom but in the state of election cirucomtstances depend well on what i will extend then bend to tell that these are the seats reserved for those that made others pay punish and dwell in complete historical cases familiar ones that would rob steal n chase from others j=to make a name they would turn to forget for attending somebody else's race in discolour the closure for the exposure to no state of shaking the veils from what kept them still entertaining drawn themselves well poster off let off yet they rest still as ever with they fake spots and tears shed din slow pain easy momeories they once had distilled in to drinking liquor and al=cahol beverages forever locked to see the truth like a meuasem with meaning only to the point it stopped being delivered to the youth used as play toys with fire n snakes smelling the perfume and wrong making of what they had when they lied they became rude angry n ignorant like the form of other species see me in the business suit it don't ueeze me to pass on through let them still be me as they point the direction playing they part seen what started it before the start a spark in ituntion with no feel in the light resides in me form the darkness of my surrounding fears i conquered this lesson to stay strong even after those who would later receive my blessings innocently raped before i got to grow in a world from so much temptations undertsbale nations square faces flaming burning those that they gave birth to placing those that they met never caring for how they was feelings distorted completely robber for they joy as innocent as the silver foil on its lap from short measures the inhaling of smock that hovers up surrounds n covers whist got you struck was the poison of your own madness glad cause even today now the sad kids would never stop to haunt the next one that shifts from this position of out rated circle cirfrance cheers to the righteous that still celebrate this statement around few of thos many men and many women silver is the sparkle i that n notice on their wrist stuck again yes the same with no friend beside one again with they faces painted those who use to paint others in to sin craving over the lust that they will make it so they dreams can overtake one another have them with they mothers and even fathers to dear grand fathers for show in the light night action type of work what i call free entertainment no retstain front he arguable quotes nor these death defying stages what a race would go through to suffer from the ones that is separated as the doors open i walk social adjusted dislocated no blame pressing buttons green would light up to the level where the doors would open and out shine furthest would be the direction of sight in to the light of awareness where i left from is where i made it higher up to no ones understanding to this point my hand still with the one who i loved happy as ever visions before i walk through this its my moment my chicken well placed arrived soon and left steaming the windows of the airplane closed from flying in high altitude not dreaming this is my chance i stare n glance for this glory only that my story was never meant to be pretended or ended this way for i would once chance to walk with the ones i would leave but only if they would still not understand me ...when i'm in

born in the cradle was able to see and reach was able to speak teach jus a lil kid was able to see what i see if not then i would be destined to be what i be at 3 landing at 2 falling at 1 walking when not young i could bare the pleasure bare the love bare the patience that it took when i had everyone when my teacher would recite me the story at the end of the day then i would see my mother wak this way collection me happy faces that i see when i saw others leaving happy as me leaving the toys we came to attend and the books that we dropped never to be picked again the chairs that when lights were turned off were placed back in they places before the day came we came back to see them gone when a change had occurred etchers gone children moved to other schools no more playing football it was gone the terror of the madness the screams of the beginning the side whispers in the heart the birth of the devil the light be my source still is eee the misery in which it was so strange something that i fell in love with was never to see again only that if i remain could i detail it but could not explain ....it would not nurse me any near

curses thinking of joys as a boy grown adult size foot 9 my mind torn heavy smocking before i was gone my brain was blown lost awareness perception torn wild not a child now a man lost with a finding without a plan still scammed for keying talks of what i couldn't understand pebbles of no brand thrown arched across landing waters lakes beside with no stops cooked food the good ols cssents from cultures the fine taste heavy jackets in cold winter days to eskimo's walking running today without clothes belivin in the thought felt this novice ity this hells winds blown in such tone of colours sea life existing in tepmreture not known to others the bliss of the gas surrounds the air the orange sun shine when a body is awaken on a palm tree without its mother land ...

but i keep it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjLVL0M-Lnw