29 December 2012

Being a sour puss is tired, sweet is in it's mode

Sours been retired, for the feeling expires , with willful fires

That I ignite with shined , pressurized burning desire

This latitude of my attitude ,hires intrinsic love, or aptitude , I inquire to make my sire -entire-

Me its selfless servant with service they dub thee The suffering , Spiritual squire

Loyalty in these hopes Parallels personal collectives , to become much higher, to these does the Sky, Inspire -

Truth transpires , One Love, motion actualized Required -

Resentments recede completely an entire hatred Ceasefire -

My eyes , constellational blue star sapphires , designed Devine .

wolfwaffSweeten Gratitude • Opuss № I