the rays of the sun hit my skin like rain from a miles high sky but the aroma of death engulfs the wind’s hope for recreational aspiration. the lives of the frivolous remain still like a car stuck in park only to move forward when pulled by an ever changing predetermined destination.

from inspiration these words graze on our souls to let flight…out of insight to what a mind cant remember…from amber golden glazed colored leaves as the fall cover what’s rendered, then to inflate and sender…from death to birth… hope knows no option but to grow

how is it to grow if you don’t know, or know how to know
the affair of how liberation is really obtained by the soul.
a sun may rise & set infinitely while still ceasing to exist
by the soul that lives in darkness, dreaming of a hope so nocturnal.

of Internal mediation of a dreams desire to live as the soul was created to be nocturnal contemplation…from darkness to a suns light… inside the womb as the fetus awaits light…as she and he are special because the human thinks…light…even as natural is,… living in a war so natural this is…what’s artificial interferences when its created… and what do you think natural is…So you guard and thus process your soul from negative diluted circumstances…because life… is sensitive…

sequentially so fragile is the heart that is weighed of purity
with the same contingency everyone else has in their inauguration.
a timid soul knows not right from wrong nor how to escape the treacherous grasp of their ego
that desires for the soul to remain embedded forever in the human condition.

Inhibitions, yes without the proper vision, perils is endless…who is to say who is doomed and what is doomed to a fate to be lost as even the negative is an example not to be. As free the ego secretly evens desires to be…as a slave ultimately has even the ultimatum to be a slave or be free.

what is freedom but a choice beneath a choice
all the ending options have left the mind so easily manipulated.
the ideas of opposing sides can lead to either salvation or destruction
within the mind of everyone that has been so heavily distorted.
acclamations of what is right and wrong etched into every sole being
who come fresh from the womb, taught early on what you need to be completed.

an endless greed of satisfaction has become the root of all nations
that has diverged us further from the truth and closer to gratifying our lustfulness.
though we are souls who inherited humanity in the weakest season to be humane
the time will come where one’s hope will be the light to the world’s darkness.
true neutrality will calm the controversy and bring complete balance to the world
when we all start to guide our hearts with kindness
& pave our life’s pathway with selflessness.

Built upon this hazy oasis, living in pleasure… filled misleading intoxication
They do snap out the stasis of all the ills to break even the final deal
This threshold to the next chapters stages, one cannot evolve to new places…discoveries this capitalism to capitalize upon this unreal synthetic gain to where it will take them only this pure submission will flip the pages, or we will surly read of the past as we live this cause and effect of yesterday now then today reading in this same place Kissing this deadly figure 8