foe,
Our own creation of thought and knowledge,
The beast of war.
11.
Soul wants the eternity of its existence,
The soul thirsts and searches the way from this mortal land,
Striking waves to the shore,
And roars in anger:
“Let my soul be free from this dying form.”
Being relieved and clothed by flesh,
It receives directions from the hope.
Twelve months the foe,
The captive soul is aged once more.
This day is yet celebrated as the greatest of days,
The coming eve closer to death,
Delicious,
To welcome the night of emptiness,
With the stars from which the form is made of.
You put on me the disease of hunger and mortality,
I will the same celebrate:
And struck on the black kiss of death,
When quick emptiness becomes pregnant of my soul once more;
I bow my head to live,
Bravely shall I be with my love towards others,
Though the temptation of anarchy seduces me,
For the ageless kingdom of being a force of nature,
Causality inside the mass mind,
Grants me a second existence without a mind of my own,
Yet I will be a loving soul,
For all the other forms are for foes alone.
12.
Oh this strong illusion in me,
How tempting are you to me,
Oh how I fool myself,
All based on the faith I have in my senses,
The content of what I have made my world as to be,
Oh how I regard it to be more,
And for a while I dive inside these kingdoms of the known,
For there is nothing in the known reality but my own content.
The best and most vivid reality of which a thinker is capable,
Results into complete fulfillment,
Think this, and be advised:
You are but forever young in eternity.
Soon my time has come to past,
My experience has come to its end.
While I danced I was ridiculing the companionship of my death.
Closely together, the passions living all of their dreams,
Towards heavens high on I put my wings to see the eyes of fire,
I am who whistles around the places of my destruction,
And so death would bless my name,
And I loved her charming a tone,
Soon I, the mortal, below the Heaven will rest.
13.
So many were the ways of my being,
Mine were very delicate of a function,
Compared to the potential I saw in everyone,
And thus I behaved and spoke according to what I saw.
I have no need of such vanity,
You are thought here where I live to be equal,
Here I put one's will to be with that of others,
This may result into honesty among mortals.
Conversely, that a wealthy man is not but a character shaped by the archetype;
They act,
They behave as to attract respect;
By knowing this instinct in human nature,
I see the postures that grand me the power for people to elevate me above themselves.
But the mortals carry greater fury in what they dare,
For we have eyes to see through this masquerade,
And bow we not to these expectations,
For the eyes of ours are greater and deeper;
Here the other blessed are also blessed,
For to be born is to be blessed,
And when a mortal will stand before you,
You who demand us to grand you power through your postures,
An Autumn of your power makes you mute.
14.
I see the preachers of the illusions of the spirit,
Your Divinity is here paganism,
Yet wander in peace with us,
These words are not from condemnation!
I know your ways,
I have travelled through all the kingdoms of the gods of this world.
Proud preachers of illusions,
Dreadful powers to spread to the continuum;
The fulfilled cup in despair,
So in the agony you come with your blessings,
But the seven gates you hold closed,
Those of the seven eyes of liberation.
I'll give time for you to make your case.
With the pompous postures you come,
But soon the kingdoms of liberation are blinded in black,
Must we all have an eternity to live?
With silk you hide the blade,
Then swiftly you enslave us with inside a kingdom of thought,
With light you come to guide us into darkness,
Leave your greedy labors for salvation of humanity,
Have your kind not planted the seeds of distrust enough?
I ask you,
What shall be the satisfaction of your greed as a gift for generations to come,
What satisfaction will you find after your death,
How short were your blessings?
15.
Thousands of faces we all have,
Thousands for joy,
Thousands for deceit,
Thousands for personality,
Thousands for suffering,
Thousands for things rapidly changing.
In a mass have our thoughts created this reality of Earth,
In a mass we do contain the heavens and hells of this world,
And for the injustice I see everywhere,
Spread like escaped flames of inferno,
My soul for anger rises into a storm;
I cannot tame it.
Speak, O leader of the world,
Where is the kingdom of peace and fulfillment you promise?
And where is the mortality of our being granted the blessings?
I will bear your commanding for the while I live here,
Pray, O leader of the people,
To have wisdom to give all the equal opportunity to live;
O this call for universal Love;
We all sin,
Under the laws of our own creation,
Ready to make a million dollars,
Will even some learn how to fulfill this unthinkable dream.
O how mercilessly you took the liberty of some persons,
Those who sinned under the laws of money,
I at least do not see you as a lower being,
You who lost everything,
You who live in the streets,
You who are a beggar,
Where is the enemy who enslaves us so,
Are we not humans all?
How dare we spit over those who seek life outside this realm of thought,
Cry you not as you see this now?
16.
At the Dawn of my Wisdom,
I, Chronos Art,
Stepped upon that track that divides infinitely,
And it shook the conditioned systems,
And caused the falling of stars from my sky.
I hold it fit that we shake the rust with flame in our will to freedom;
I am as well mortal, my brother and sister,
My heart itself is complete from others,
And from love my heart is full.
I seek joy and entertainment,
But not diversion of my will,
For like a spinning wheel,
Can a hundred desires make me blind for the continuation.
Enthusiasm I have found to be the greatest of blessings,
All these I get from you,
My brothers and sisters.
Then I win my freedom,
From the smile and a laugh we found together,
Dreams, wishes, inspirations, victorie
s, and things bright and beautiful,
These things we will find together,
O my brothers and sisters of mortality.
17.
What doubting eyes do I find when I make myself fully manifest,
I visit the places that the children go,
I visit the places where the youth go,
I visit the places the adults go,
I visit the places the elder go,
Everywhere we can make ourselves fully manifest,
Not through faith or belief,
But through ability.
The left hand path is mine to wander,
But rarely is the left hand path for me to use.
A quarrel of mortals,
How silly is that as a way to spend this voyage.
The gentleman that still exist,
With them is the nobility of the greatest of kind.
Boys are wounded, and even killed,
Simply because they walk the left hand path,
And all the things they had in them,
Now gone from them to live,
And in this,
Most of humanity,
Is lost in a vague time.
18.
Before I shut the media from my mortal eyes,
The evil news spread inside my awareness like a wild fire,
Down into darkness,
It made me fell into the chains cynicism and distrust;
The missiles, the grim plagues and hunger,
But conquering beauty now holds me captive.
From all that noise,
The songs of liberation and independence,
Are hard to mortal ears to hear.
By the Lord you pray,
The end of these hells on Earth.
I know you to have bled from this hopelessness,
As well as it made me bleed to see.
Why,
Is it so hard to hear,
The innate songs of liberation and independence,
As it plays as loudly as the sun above the Earth,
The harmonious streams,
That can be the song we sing around all this world.
Universal love,
That would not let us not seek misery for others.
19.
A human will die,
But things that composed a human remains.
The characteristics,
The acts,
The spoken words,
The emotions.
Who finds the eyes to see all that is human,
And thus composes himself like a musician,
All eternity is within him.
My words of universal love won’t make you immortal;
These words are for style,
These words are to open its use,
And give eyes to see the contrasts;
An experience of the universal human,
How infinite is the potential in all of humanity.
Like a reflection of an mirror to infinity,
It may be seen, in constant exceeding,
A great many of forms that pass through us,
And to create turnings of a different kind,
And
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