Obedience of my lenience is the radiant rendition of the
crescent moon's smile upon my face. Luscious taste of lucrative
thought culminate my culprit of clairvoyant rendition.
Super
imposing idealistic natures and fanatical whimsical annotations of
misconception. An error invalid of all systems hoisted upon a
hierarchy of fallacy that is this system that so eloquently thrives to
conform my process.
The nature of the reaction will chain the
change rippling forth through the fabric of time, space and
predominance of lesser reckoning. The illusory companion that is
reluctant mechanisms making argument for the sake of forsaking the
forsaken.
Concepts to not live by inherently are not the aim to
please by the conformity of what cannot be conformed a reality of
realization that not only fuels the fiery passion of desire and
romantic mysticism. The myth of the legend a reason for the creation
of a once troubled boy's broken vision is now the dream that is true as
it was the day it was set forth.
The naked truth that truth and
extra-imposed amendments of systematic procession of intellect is a
transmitter blocking the very evolution of the earth I see forth
beneath my feet.
Watching and wishing the seeds to grow as I see
a self fulfilled prophecy and illusion being broken as a blood stained
martyrs path laid it forth with ignorant misinterpreted preachings of
malicious greed.
The envy and jealousy of what beings could not
will themselves to be thrived them to feed and fuel the energy of a
great man for centuries and now has led an upheaval of pain and love
intertwined with reality and illusion. The tips of truth and the lips
of seclusion are the savory taste of my soulless presence.
To
never hear the beat for myself but give and never get back is all it
would take if I were to know for the beat to continue as so it should.
Seeds do grow and flowers do wilt with time. The ideals and words of
masters remain in our minds and hearts forever.
Teaching us if
we know forever to listen. Not as much as to what they say but as to
how they make us feel. The radiance and aptitude of Love is the
resonant factor and the essence of Love that is the common denominator
of all great masters.
For it is not power that so boldly placed
the position it was the call of greatness in the time of desperate
calling. The wind of pain and the cries of innocence bore a child to a
man for not his sake but for the ones who couldn't fight for the sake
of their own kind.
Love is the reason for the apparition of the
creation that will forever mend and bend always defying the bound
nature of the mind, soul and heart forever.
A limitless lucidity
that time knows not of. This is the boundless nature of freedom,
capacity, love and resonance beyond that of which is to come. The
reason for the Intricate web of a Warriors Creed.
