Awakening of the New day unveil too many lies of the truth and the truth of the lies
Atop the pride that nature cease to hurl away. No dependence of the same scenario..

A song sang in equilibrium to heavenly make?
Can anyone tell me what it meant?
Sitting and winning in the outermost part of the breeze,
Weeping and waving the glittering of the Stars...

The sun maintain its dignity and the moon is smiling, the trees are dancing with the breeze humming in recognition of multiple sclerosis of the sensory organs.
To who does it sang to....?

I could visionise the tune in the extreme devitrification and immiscibility of my living soul as imagination prompt me to realization.  
Behold it comes with too many colours like rainbow in the sky, well painted and admonished, Song, seem less of hearing than of seeing, walking (working) in procession and harmony.

Yet, unto atumbra we weep through the exhibition of unknown shadows that we cast.
In the other side of the side of me conflicting the soul and mind....

The breath deceived. The breath wore a garments of peace and of pride. The breath explode many messages that put human in danger, in affliction. Breath is an engine of pride and hypocrite.

Breath breeze a feeling of been above,
Breath figure out the world of another world above the world of its own.

Breath, on nutshell is life. The breath of a man is life and to live is heart: God, why did you create the bad and good heart? See now the bad heart mingle with the good heart, and the good of the good heart mingle with the good and bad of the bad heart mingle with the bad.

A  heart kills and stops the breath of another breath,
When the breath seize to breeze, the pride and hunger is lost, left only the history and lesson to learn.

Breath deceived. When the breath seize to breeze, it leads to the smell of corps, mourning and the yarning of the insects all echoes in chorus to tell the world in silence.
Where will pride mount us to?
It's Breath that breeze the pride. We live to assume and we assume to live.

Messiah is the great counselor.
Words echoes in breath, and the world manifest in breath and breeze contrary to the God's ways....

They said that I should love like a fool,
And I foolishly love like a fool,
Not minding the moon,
Because, fool was already in full,
Very far from becoming a tool.
I paid my heart in full,
I render myself in full, and I actually became fool to be Wise.

I am a fly, attracted by nacreous glow,
I promise I will never be proud,
But always stand to be loud;
When I see the crowd,
I have my face wearing smiles,
But deep inside me I mingle with cry;


I know,  I'm, but veteran of all vice, but don't want be a vibe.
Oh God open my eyes,
Not to set my feet on a deep mire;
Too many threats of weaken signs,
Still I'm a humble ghost of living life.

An igniting panorama of Prague symmetrical is always inline,
Hence, I **** a sense of comiting crime.

I always have mine along the side,
Ignore by people who think they're wise,
I'm not unwise, only need a crown of life; I try to move with rhyme, sworn by my own time, and the demands me to pay a dime,
When they truly know I'm drenched with grime and some much slime,
Here I'm all time climb;

The scale and suddenness of today's onslaught boggles the mind,
And perhaps, desensitize the time,
Nevertheless, while news coverage is voluminous with a lot of people damning their life, to see if they will really be drive,
Notwithstanding, they're making a slime.
I develope the strength of living life,
Through many circumstances which engulf my mind...

There in the windy cloud,
Is nothing but the Windy grace of liming light:
Eyes can see, ear can hear, but the strength and hope Is the Mind.

Many attempts trying to shorten my life, I turn to tell them that is not what God have assign.
My footprint is always design
To explore but never to relax.
My wings are made to be in the throne of air,
So I could be floating like Angels on high, without receiving bribe.

Centuries ago people lies
That is gonna be fine,
But look at me smiling alive,
Causing pain to an unbelievable eyes,
Only to see their mouth open wide,
I'm sorry, I need a purification of Godly life.

This is how I chase most my enemy with rhyming lines.

When the voice of the side talk was singing in bass, beckoning many words of weakening strike,
I stood up with faith to clear their doubt...
My been on the lowest surface doesn't mean I can't fly
When you both know I have wings given by the Most High.....l have the Eagle Mind To Fly High.

Do not look at your face and brag that you have it,
Look at your inner phase and pretend I don't have it;
Yellowish green, reddish blue, is a shuffled life that position one in a termites colony.
The inclination of our self righteousness does not owns the world by our words, yes, please let us sit down and talk to ourselves for this.

The routine way of struggling,
The murmuring way of surviving,
The gnashing of teeth within a teeth,
The echoing of the springs drop on my ears,
The yarning of the sun, the bleeding of the marmoset to cure the wound of the humans,
The sobing of the innocence ones that wakes the dry bones, the palpitations of the evils eye....I'm living life to the Truth, Christ is the living Truth.

Time dissolves and there is acquittance with tomorrow. The gurgling drums echo the stars, the forest bow's and between the trees, the dark Star appeared to seal the sun;

Stars are twinkling in the skies and the Moon cry its tears out......
The fruits of the earth are living in the darkest night;
Neither do they have moms nor home;

The tea trees in the north-central, putting forth buds with tears and sweats, Christ is the living Truth.

''The sudden spirit lingers on the roads, supporting the tortured remnants of the flesh, that spirit which ask no favour of the world..... The great dragon.''
The qualling of the calf cannot longer be fathom, our homeland without mercy, ''we are calling on you for help...oh dear Messiah''.