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 .
Sweeten Gratitude • Opuss № I