{...conquest complete...}A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith
Conquest complete;
Next chapter engaged. It's time for a new phase, To end the current perceived reality. I will independence. I will true love. I will happier children, & More understanding. I will embrace all things. I will succeed. I will a foundation, & I will the energy to inspire me. A world of change, internally. Rebirth of the seasoned Sun, burning above thee. Perception broadened by observing, Internal and external influence of this humanity. I will a new cause. I will good souls to attract me. I will deeper connections, Friends, too, are family. I will the outside world to the Great Revealing. I will truth to the deceptions. I will smiles upon faces of passers-by & Laughter in the streets. Buried beneath the rubble of religious tyrannies. Religion kills in the name of Gods that must be blood hungry. In the name of God should not a drop of blood be slain. I will a world-wide awakening to the true nature of all things. I will my words and wisdom to those who question authority. I will to inspire my peers to defend their rights, & Reclaim our world from the cold blooded elite. I will brothers and sisters of this experience to live life. I will them love and understanding. I will my heart and soul to all that exists, & Offer a helping hand to the worst of enemies. Conquest complete; This chapter is not all about me. The blank pages not yet scripted summon forth actions from ideas. This next chapter is exactly what I need. What I will becomes the world I know; & The world I know deserves a better way of existing. I will the awakening of my brethren. I will the thoughts and philosophies to come naturally. I will this next chapter of life to see no boundaries. I will the world's perception to remember that we are all the same species; We are family.
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1 Review Added on September 14, 2010 Last Updated on September 14, 2010 AuthorChristopher Michael SmithClinton, NCAboutEgo sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..Writing
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