introductions, who we are

We are of a tribe, we are of the spice.

We wonder aimlessly to all who see us;
Street to street, an oasis to oasis.
Our quest is clear like our ancestors before us.



We harvest the spice.
We sow its seed, we neuter its young.
We segregate and sacrifice
the weak of the tribe.
It allows the elders to grow in wisdom.
We join their spirits with the fires of the sun.
The Phoenix arises; it is our prey, our prize.



We inhale the breathes of the Phoenix,
Perfumed with the stench of the spice.
Our minds overcome time,
being everywhere simultaneously.
Then the whole world stands back in awe and fear,
for they see the fires in our eyes.
No whites behind our pupils,
no more pupils no more irises no more eyes.
We see through small balls of fire,
two tiny suns and the sun sees all.

We crumble empires with a mere thought.
We see all dominions and can conquer them all.

Yet, we choose to be the pebble
that leaves water without waves.
We choose the path o harmony,
we release the bird of the sun,
send it on its way; freedom once again.

Our journey takes us back to the strings of time,
back to the present, back through the celestial seas.
Watch us return to our resin stained walls.
Watch us wander back to the spice, till one day.
One day when we won’t come back at all.