relinquish your last breath,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to evolve weapons of deadly destruction; instead of metamorphosing God’s planet once again; into a splendid paradise ?
You might be having the most spell binding voice on this Universe; engendering boundless heads to rivet towards you; the instant you unveiled your mouth,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to uncouthly abuse the old and depriving; instead of soothing the trauma in bereaved hearts with the ingratiating melody in
your sound ?
You might be having the most mystical shadow in this Universe; fluttering like the heavens at the onset of charismatically seductive twilight,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to stealthily creep and strangulate your impeccably sleeping mates; instead of profoundly enlightening the lives of those brutally drugged with monotonous malice ?
You might be having the most tenacious conscience on this Universe; absorbing even the unfathomably sinister in your obdurately resilient swirl,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to disseminate tornado’s of ungainly guilt; instead of guiding the despairing world outside towards optimistic light ?
And you might be having the most passionate heart on this Universe; throbbing more ardently than the brilliantly flaming Sun,
But what use was it; when you utilized it satanically to assassinate celestially divine relationships; instead of bonding people of different tribes all across the fathomless continent; with threads of immortal love.?
37. NO RETIREMENT.
You can disdainfully retire a man from his job; but not from his eternal work of creating spell bindingly effulgent newness; on even the most inconspicuous step that he tread,
You can treacherously retire a man from his job; but not from his fathomless festoon of fantasies; which reigned supreme in every cranny of his brain; an infinite centuries even after veritable death,
You can unceremoniously retire a man from his job; but not from his perennial desire to embrace every sensuously enthralling entity on this Universe; discovering his ultimate sublimation in his companion’s compassionate breath,
You can tawdrily retire a man from his job; but not from his unceasing longing to royally replenish every ounce of his body; with the most blissfully fructifying fruits of nature’s creation,
You can parasitically retire a man from his job; but not from his indefatigable yearning to mate with his eternally majestic beloved; witness his seeds spawn
into the most indomitably resplendent fields of an optimistic tomorrow,
You can diabolically retire a man from his job; but not from his most quintessentially ardent instinct; to jubilantly survive amidst a pack of sadistically howling wolves,
You can preposterously retire a man from his job; but not from his uncanny ability to magnetize countless audiences; with his unbelievably enigmatic persona and mellifluously triumphant voice,
You can cynically retire a man from his job; but not from his untamed spirit of timelessly burgeoning adventure; the fervently tantalizing goose-bumps of mystery that cropped up on his skin,
You can horrifically retire a man from his job; but not from his philanthropically synergistic bonding with the boundless planet outside; his unconquerable
melanging with every echelon of inimitably priceless humanity,
You can ignominiously retire a man from his job; but not from the infinite passions that he harbored; towards every evanescent ray of the Sun; towards every beautifully redolent particle of the atmosphere,
You can salaciously retire a man from his job; but not from his irrefutably fearless steps marching towards; the victory of peerlessly unshakable truth over the wantonly terrorizing devil,
You can insouciantly retire a man from his job; but not from his poignant desire to procreate a countless more of his own holistic kind; registering his very best effort at continuing the chapters of Universal existence,
You can tyrannically retire a man from his job; but not from his pricelessly artistic embodiments; all those amorphously inane shapes and forms to which he’d added undefeated color; with his very own blessed palms,
You can unsavorily retire a man from his job; but not from his endless penchant to attain newer and newer heights; in whatever was most emolliently appeasing to
his soul,
You can foolhardily retire a man from his job; but not from his astoundingly unflinching memory; his power to perpetually imbibe even the most ethereal trace of
goodness suspended profusely in the atmosphere,
You can irascibly retire a man from his job; but not from his unendingly righteous perseverance; the unassailably golden sweat that dribbled from his arms; whilst he galloped forward to make this estranged world; once again a better place to live,
You can ruthlessly retire a man from his job; but not from his entrenchment of interminably ameliorating peace; the divinely contentment that naturally flowed
through even the most obsolete of his veins,
You can demonically retire a man from his job; but not from his everlasting yearning to breathe; victoriously inhale an impregnably celestial meadow of breath; each
time his lungs dismally shrunk inside his chest,
And You can baselessly retire a man from his job; but not from his inborn ability to fall in love at any stage of his life; immortally bonding each of beat of his heart with the person he adored; the Omnipotent beloved who granted him an infinite
more lives and lifetimes.
38. WHO THE HELL EVER SAID; THAT SWEAT STINKS?
It was the most irrefutably truthful essence of your persona; the most blissfully honest fructification of your majestic soul,
It was a stream of indefatigably golden brilliance; that celestially dribbled down the skin of the richest and poorest on this fathomless planet; symbiotically alike,
It was the ultimate scent of your unconquerable righteousness; a royal cascade of iridescent tranquility; that mollified even the most traumatically frazzled of nerves,
It was the most fantastically tantalizing sensation on your skin; a feeling that transcended you beyond the meadows of paradise; as it uninhibitedly gushed from
head to toe of your body; in unabashedly electric fervor,
Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was preposterously clumsy; Sweat was a worthlessly obnoxious piece of shit; Sweat was lividly repulsive; O! yes; who the
hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”.
(1).
It was the most invisible fabric of every pore of your delectable skin; yet the most insuperably replenishing; naturally air-conditioning every of your acrimoniously agitated senses; under the ferociously blistering rays of mid-day Sun,
It was the most irretrievably sure source of your vitality; fearlessly proclaiming your inner temerity and conviction to the planet outside; at every rapidly ticking hour of the day,
It was the most holistic thing that could have ever happened to your body; in perfect symbiosis with the magically ameliorating environment and at the same time distinguishing you to be an infinite shades lesser than the Lord Almighty,
It was an emotionally fired rivulet that carried all your tensions and inexplicably motley emotions; to be eventually evaporated into the firmament of the atmosphere,
Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was tyrannically incarcerating; Sweat was a fecklessly asphyxiating; Sweat was abysmally smelly; O! yes; who the hell ever
said that “Sweat Stinks”.
(2).
It was a perennial river of compassionate brotherhood; that trickled in ever-pervading unison from the chest of every living entity on this boundless earth; unhindered
and alike,
It was the most handsomely enamoring spectacle to sight; as it glistened more spectacularly than ever; under the very first rays of amber dawn and the very
last rays of impeccably milky moonlight,
It was the most mute vibr
ation on the human body; yet conveying a boundlessly unbridled civilization of emotions and feelings; like the wail of a freshly born child,
It was more mischievously tangy than the most tangiest of salt; drifting you towards an unsurpassable tunnel of profound mysticism; as you traced each of its stream with your delicate fingers; till the very end,
Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was ignominiously slavish; Sweat was amorphously licentious; Sweat was diminishingly foolish; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”.
(3).
It was the most enchantingly transparent liquid that your body could ever exude; from which reflected the very true persevering spirit of your blessed existence,
It was the most inimitably priceless garland of silken pearls; as its globules naturally swelled in size to irrevocably cling to every aroused pore of your; uncontrollably exhilarated body,
It was more indispensable than your breath; heartbeat and soul; as in its absence you felt a tornado of haplessly disparaging frustration; boil to the tumultuous limits inside your lifelessly livid skin,
It was the most immortal of all substances tangible or intangible; as a singleton droplet of it in soil; sowed the seeds of tirelessly fragrant effort; embracing every echelon and dimension of invincible humanity,
Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was diabolically tawdry; Sweat was abnormally anomalous; Sweat was disgustingly unholy; O! yes; who the hell ever said that
“Sweat Stinks”.
39. FRESH BIRTH.
Almost every person on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; inimitably venerated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unconquerably stared into the whites of my impoverished eyes; giving my unfinished optimism; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined
lifetimes.
Almost every person on this boundlessly spell binding earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; impregnably divine mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first interlocked her magical fingers with mine; giving my
flagrantly unfinished conviction; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this magnetically jubilant earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; celestially sacred mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first ardently kissed me on the contours of my destitute
lips; giving my haplessly unfinished sensuality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this unlimitedly emollient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; bountifully Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unrestrictedly surrendered her chastity to me; giving
my hopelessly unfinished fertility; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this unbelievably ecstatic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; innocuously Omnipotent mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first rescued me from the mortuaries of suicide; giving my
treacherously unfinished desires; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this unabashedly ebullient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; spell-bindingly Omniscient mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first sensuously traced her tantalizing fingers through
every bone of my spine; giving my brutally unfinished vitality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this ubiquitously blessing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; triumphantly unflinching mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first embraced me in her insuperably mitigating grip; giving
my despairingly unfinished footsteps; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this timelessly endowing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; Omnipresently vibrant mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first astoundingly sketched my nimbly shrunken form; giving
my unsparingly unfinished identity; fresh birth; for an infinite more my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this limitlessly enthralling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably faithful mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first blown her fierily immortal breath on my cheeks; giving
my lividly unfinished deliriousness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this interminably majestic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; blessedly unparalleled mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first mischievously cavorted with me through sparkling ponds
of rain; giving my egregiously unfinished monotony; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this beautifully bounteous earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; indomitably Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uttered my name from her unfettered tongue; giving my
pathetically unfinished integrity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this inscrutably tingling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perpetually altruistic mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first inseparably mated with me; giving my treacherously
unfinished manhood; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this poignantly candid earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; incomparably benign mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first proposed me as her ultimate lifepartner; giving my
unbearably unfinished hysteria; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this eclectically egalitarian earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perennially towering mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first cast her venerated shadow upon mine; giving my
insouciantly unfinished stride; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this gigantically blessed earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; enchantingly ameliorating mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uncontrollably tickled me with her big toe; giving my
deplorably unfinished ashes of intensity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this unsurpassably undying earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; beautifull
y unadulterated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first signed her every impression upon my blood; giving my
indescribably unfinished cowardliness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this incredulously vivacious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; wonderfully unprejudiced mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first made me sleep in her selflessly humanitarian lap; giving my indiscriminately unfinished restlessness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
Almost every person on this untiringly victorious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; undefeatedly queenly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first placed her miraculously emancipating palms on my
frazzled head; giving my ruthlessly unfinished frustrations; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
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