Sweet life I yearn for you, you warm the essence of my heart afflictions..Your worth a million cuts through life I must live, but to become glories and tranquil I must walk through the fire of redemption.
My light hides darkness away through thoughts, but deep within I find an attraction to this aching to be comforted in this pain that I manifest on myself. I adore my solitude, my gift, my words that pour down from the heights of instant dismay.
Blemished with untruths I capture what flows through my higher consciousness, knowing that what must exist in my reality must be created by me in my own imagination.
Life is not life, it is a fractured foundation of existence that only
the mind can touch and change through thought and desire. Knowing is the answer to knowing, it completes the puzzle without reason, it confirms all arrangements perfect and in-perfect.
I know life is a fantasy of my own thoughts capturing literature, installing each hurt to heal in it's own time, when than a million
hearts will anoint the truth of knowing all answers before questions
have appeared in thoughts to be asked.
Alluring, conquered, warriors of reason come forth before emptiness
showering down a solemn comforting, anointed with love that never can be undone, the deepest form of light we ourselves must create through
our own innocence where tranquility of self is found from the beginning of creation.
