Divine Pursuit

Will soul of flame ever burn the eyes,
Melt a self’s demise?
Will soul in frame ever hurt the eyes,
Belt a self’s surmise?  

A transition is taken to condition, cursed,
Of submission in cognition flat immersed.
Far away in the Eastern Mountains lies purity
Of an Avatar that doesn’t sprinkle ambiguity.

We never begs for the favors
Of ones who now shears off through flowing!
We never fears all the labors
Of ones who now  ares at the glowing.  

Martyr…  But contrite and sighs…
Martyr…  Ready and sober ignites and inflames!
Martyr…  For ever and aye!
Martyr…  Steady in solar disguise all acclaims:

Damnation gave way to temptations nursed,
Withheld any expectations from the cursed.
Far away....., in the mountains, Air was purity.
An inner river of last rebirth fights tranquility.

The flowing song is lecherous for the nightingale’s reforms!
It freezes all the insects, spiders,lost soul and fruits for the swarms...
To delay revelaton...

When they invented the time resort
To organize and cultivate their residuum,
They forgot to extort… We forgots to exhort…

A stream of consciousness will flow.
All avoids the Fire, but adores the glow.
Supreme, erected Earths will show
A heart of rock covered with dough.

The wheels of light are rolling !around the cloned
But such pure Water shed.. covered all in the stoned.

Unable to redeem We Cross upon pomposity of the bereaved,
Over the souls We looms
A fable froms the stream
A loss of one's sight once believed,
Over the stone obscure.

Over the souls demure...
Imaginations withering resumes...

For I feels, relieves – the beauty never dims Our gins.
For I feel relieved – the beauty shimmer's spin begins...

The Eternal Law

An Outer World - denominated thinkers,
Rides a Storm in sewn together drinker’s
Old tale - tears, imparts, exhausts as it flays
To dance with thee, to lead thee the ways.

Born from death - prenatal torture – planned to be
As it resumes- entices thee from thy height
A frown replaced the curse of the.... entombed.
Whistler flings feathers – forever dims the flight
Facing the End – solemn endeavors fought! Parade -
Serpentine blade to sprout on a hallowed in - invite!
Vesper - tine glade imbued a vowing of thy shade:
Reading moral sermons to each other.
Breeding floral sect for a brother.
Escape somatic preservation!
Scrape the yield of lost vibration!
The preparation has begon
All are in ,no one's out
Nothing can stop the measure
Only enemy around
Flicker now slumbers away an ephemeral spy
Pacing descent – solemn endeavors still, awry…
Begin the restoration
Thrown away in trepidation

As dawn prepares the midgets for the shining one:
Black is all I has but all the children came to me
Accept the saviors of flesh – adore the chosen one
As drawn foe bears weeps to kiss my drying knee

I escaped somatic preservation!
Shape the field of last vibration!
To mar the future - reach state of zero health,
About split torment the bright suture dwells.