Of Whom Myself Is

I celebrate myself and sing myself
For as a child that ventured forth with every day in mind
Upon a glimpse, the child laid eyes on an object before him that he
received
Wonder or pity or love or dread. that object he became.
For only myself can release the after-effects.
Of What is soon to come.
But the uncertainty of waht could become of myself is indeterminable
The soft whispers will guide me to the once thought unobtainable destiny
Although, is it possible that the truth of the matter could blur what I have
known?
The knowledge that I seek is wholesome in all it purity.
And the only intelligence that I wish to gain will manifest the path to
success.
But the fate of the matter relies upon a choice.
What if what I chose brought forth negativity that I should soon regret?
Within that, regrettably it shall bring out the unholy virtue of guilt.
For only the guiltiness that I bare, could soon replenish my heart from what
it fears most
I can still feel the gleeful laugh that came down upon me for the
overshadowing moon.
As it's moonlight impales my trembling soul.
I must find the root of the problem that I fear so much with these
consequences.
These punishments have blinded my mind from the reality that seems so
unbelievable.
What if the alteration of what I believe could devour this blindness within
me?
And will my blind sight see the light?
From which I must endure.
Or will it cease to exist?
Just like the time that fades away so fast.
Can I outlast the clock of death that ticks away as I take every waking
breath?
The feelings that I hold so tightly have no effects on tyrants, who trample
our society.
What could come out of a society that is empowered by obsession and popular
belief?
Nothing will ever send the life of our country into a state of
purification.
There's not enough pride to close the door that hides an eternity of
devastation.
But could destruction of mankind be created by a mind of immaturity?
Only an angelic child could solidify a money-bond lifestyle from liquidity.
What if the rivers that flow with tender reasoning managed to bring out the
lost love that once was there.
The burning sensation that excited the dying spirits that wanders with no
sense of direction.
With scorching flames that release a certain joy that only one person could
contain.
Could the Being, which we all seek, open a clearing to the meadow of
unlimited satisifaction?
If that could happen, would we want to have no limit to our own happiness?
The chilling faces that have unbalanced me,
Have crept into my blood.
Stealing away the one thing that I've searched so hard for.
The endless journey that has left me breathless with no grasp of the goals I
desire.
The endless journey that has worn the very bottom of my bare feet as I
pursue with no hope.
The hopeless emotions that drains the light from my eyes and leaves me
unconscious.
What if the consciousness that I have bestowed,
Allowed entrance to something far greater than before?
So overwhelming that it could cause the lonely to be welcome into the crowd
of togetherness.
So intriguing that it could show the way to the temple where the forgotten
will feel remembrance.
So profound that it could permit the unfortunate to feel like faith has
brought out the wealth of life.
I must drink the juices that inhabit the fruits that lie before me.
Erasing the doubt of escape from this dehydrated state.
For only the sweet nectars that I wish to have wiill give strength to my
delicate resolutions.
I shall have the capability to accumulate the power of the sun, which will
unthaw the frozen plains.
With that I have accomplished the will to abandon the insanity that this
world has forced me to see.
Escaping from the filthy hands that have pressed my cadaverous body to
lifeless ground.
If I can get away from what I've been brought upon to know.
Then I shall learn a lesson that widens my point of view.
Life is an epic battle that must be accepted to be understood.
The warrior within us all that was born to scream his name.
To sing out what he is proud to be.
A spiritual symbol that sings a melodic song that brings praise to him.
For myself has been through the effect that has brought me to a point of
victory.
Such an effect that was woven into the mind of the grown adolescent.
Who went forth everyday and who will always go forth everyday.
And this became of him that peruses them now.

Bless it be....a blissful dream.
 
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