Love is.. #3

As certainity has done a certain thing to me,
I gradually feel like everything keeps overcoming to me,
just to be potentially graduating base to base,
leaving laws of physics behind as basic.
Mistakes will never be made again in a place where attachment is one.
Mistakes will never be faced again once judgement relapses are done.
Lost in a period of solitude,
Rather has me writing poetry than boast myself through an interlude.
Managing everything that has been done to me with a random acces memory,
Decoding God’s language trying to find out why I’ve been forced through this custody.
Facing fears at the speed of light rather than to manifest it.
Shedding tears from time to time from being amazed by my conception.
Tragically, everything has come to me under pretext that it was meant to be.
Fantastically, I’m the man who managed to overcome every single thought mankind had against me.

Letting God fight his own war lately since I Don’t have any choice,
Lately my own thoughts have been encountered biblically, a reason for which I can not rejoice.
Humanity has been given the advantage through the typical prophetic scandal.
Only wishing God would have been one hundred with both of his emotional handles.
“Greatness is destined for greatness, young man you can not fail this”,
Are words I carry by heart even though my experience sometimes makes me hurtfully prevail this.
Comments aren’t necessary, just live your life as if it’s really necessary.
I’ll be trying to figure out why this damage has to me, been done, for what I see as permanently.
Despite what the anointed ones think is actually best for me.

From Far Beyond the Galaxy…