Reflections
The definition of the refraction
of light remain a reflection of a troubled soul searching the paths of
light and release. Inside a mirror of false illusion and tyranny of
control. A refracted truth that reflects the inner sight of my minds
plight.
The souls increase of sense, smell, taste and love
reflect the outer vision of my minds intuition for the things I
manifest into my world. Effervescent and essential love is all that
remains a blood stained curse giving life and death to the being of my
innate desires of passion and lust.
The destruction of truth and
destruction of lies is the construction of the reality of insurrection.
Time ever stained with the blood of martyrs and innocence. The ignorant
beings of desolate taste are the reflections of a revolution into which
the debt of sin is paid in full.
The cycle of life continues as
my loveless grin inside the mirror remains destitution and an absent
minded creation of nothing. The very nature of my beast is to breathe
life to myself hoisting the veils of truth through the fractures of my
heart and soul that remind me to never dwell in that desolate place.
A
loveless thought at the ruins cost. Wars and plagues of the world taint
my heart as I seek what is real and what is concealed. Inside I break
as the tears of tyranny I cry, never ending, always believing. The
sight of trust through validity of ones reflection remains the dust
filled escape from the fog of war. The control of insolent promises of
a better future remains a word that is not action. To put the sword
away and speak the love and change is the figment of light that remains
my nights soulless delight.
Inside my heart in its entirety with
all of its might. Spreading what its heard for centuries a fractured
and broken dream with visions of a better tomorrow that ceases to exist
and never come. The spattered hate and the complete fate of my
destinies will be a stake I drive in myself uttering the words of Love
and Beyond.
To die in this hate, To die in this Love. To not
have something and ever caress this broken heart with a non-linear
existence to coincide with my own illusion painted upon my canvas of
this life. At the end I see my masterpiece One of creation and
destruction in hopes that this fractured reflection of what is, was and
always will be, mine and mine alone. the Refraction of my life the
reflection of my strive. The darkest heart with the light of the night
stumbling to death wielding words to this worlds death in sight.
For ever we are, Forever we remain existing in a never ending boundless emotion of awaited reflections.
