Adults in their infancy -So scared of death walking, not living, the air has no taste billowing into the chest Un-wanton of cleansed perception to see that life is our greatest gift and the time for I love you's kind words and farewells is now here on this holy ground I kiss.
Among the most prized possessions the beauty of this world is not one of them. Self dis-serving themselves sitting back watching the wheels spin. Feeding odium & abhorrence with sloth and vain pride in luxuries once unknown and too soon will never again.
Take a moment my dears to struggle for each breath. Go a pampered day with no water or bread. Go without and go alone & for once pay your debt
No pill or prayer will cure this blindness of which you were born and breed Your outrage just suggests That, the truth, to you, is dead.
Indignation is a vanity used by those who choose faith not seeking truths. That and the following, to me, was illuminated by a great sayer of sooths To understand your God You must first learn those synoptic chronicles A thousand Gods have told For years A thousand fold You'll Do well to avoid the entanglements of those self proclaimed anointed And obviate the pique they stir as they **** you even not disappointed
Treasures you seek lie just behind the dark veils of bother you have hand woven to shroud you dominion Its no surprise honesty offends and ****** you like a knife Such little attention is given to the exigency's of life from the lost you take direction and from fools wisdom you adopt your school of thought Gods cares not what that chump told you with smiling words your soul was bought No ceromony exists to convince God to Exalt those that neglect the intellect & from him our powerful thought To find a great friend, They first must be sincerely sought
Mankind long from its womb still suckles the ******* Dispute in that Name brought atrocious inquest and unrest Just yesterday we took our first steps Into some shade and out of the sun and today we go no where 'less it's an all out run No one will reach their potential if on those ******* we stay stubbornly hung Our right of passage is on the horizon and there is greatness to be done. Its been made clear our Maker does whats best for us when He does nothing at all. Only you can scale your prison wall. You are the warden! And who is he gonna call? Free from loving one, frees you to Love All
Now see what I see waiting (for you) The old ways and ruins made way (for you) The comfort of fine cotton over head (for you) On which the sky bleeds light As a sacrifice Each night (for you) It seeps into your soul Sustaining the mind on furlough ( free you) Oh woe to those who choose not to embrace (the gift of you) To them the inevitable & enviable road (before you) lies in wait, but the golden road will afford you