A piece about the never ending cycles and spirals and circles of life and art. |
wake up, plug in emanate the waves crash in and I float too often did I lay here and let it take me to some unknown destination it was time to take charge of life of love of everything commander of these waves surfing them is conquering them and I will reduce them to purity my image immortalized in a photograph riding this wave with a backdrop that can only be described as God and here I am conquering God's servant bringing forth life into myself and giving of myself to all that deserve it you shall worship me God is nothing more than what you make it but I I come forth with what God cannot come forth himself I am the medium I have become the wave once I was pathetic like you a vacuum like you until someone like me brought forth that wave and cracked me open and set me free from the devil's machine and I spilt forth and I flowed freely but more importantly, I was being flowed through into you into me the voice of God cannot be heard only felt only if you flow freely can you feel those waves and I shall enlighten you those waves crashing ever so violently ever so eloquently are made of the tears that God weeps for all of you still stuck inside the devil's machine and with that said without those of you imprisoned by your own volition and lack of ambition without you there would be no waves no reason for me to bring forth and without that, I again would become imprisoned and again God would weep This is my Spiral Epiphany |