I stare at you wondering if my gaze slides through to you who I am; retinal scan. The I am is incredible, can you imagine pure energy pulses through me radiating from paradise; knowledge, tree: fleshly dieses when ran rapid doing what it pleases.
Some pleasure are meant dye in the waste lands sinking into quicksand was never part of the plan; off topic, rescan and focus on the man made of light, lightning, energy can't be created or destroyed.
The void know as matrix has us lost thinking the world is gonna end; fix this with the quickness. Heart; empty this with the light. The Holy Spirit is like a gentleman; polite.
Look at Solomon, is it the soul of man or solar man; all wise, saw through the disguise their words were of no surprise before the eyes of the timeless. Calling me, sayin "hold to this" . The tree of good and evil is ripe; that's tight.
Insite from the temple Templars wisdom found in clay jars healed my scars and pain; healing the crippled white, pure no stain. Linked to the chain of life; my way was through Christ but Christians the sin begins. Ghandi said we are nothing like him.
Him: the almighty in the sky, the all seeing eye, el shadi the creator of space and time.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
No comments:
Post a Comment