Aspirations
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
When divisions of human skills,,
Become well versed of love skills,,
Dispersing density of human wills,,
Given to the infancy of holy grail,,
Human skills will be sovereign thrills.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
For life’s Precept of infinite pride,,
Is in a son’s concept willingly crucified,,
Not in a son’s logic of concept that lied,,
But in concepts logic of precept mercy died,,
Not in the conceptions of himself relied.
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
O death concept where is thy sting,,
Draw the bow string of cupid’s fling,,
The very Precept of life is in everything,,
Toward heaven’s bevel, Agape’s thing,,
Fill up the cup, mount up on Eagle wings.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
Precept faith is Agape of futuristic wings,,
Concepts’ futuristic flings, have no wings,,
The wings of flings are in imaginary things,,
As the insects of strife in humanoid’s life,,
Infatuates human passions by concept strife.
Selah
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2012
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