Pain into Passion

Pain is what existance remember. No reconciliation of having a day of birth. Faint memories of meet his grandfathers. Blessed to have met some awesome grannies, grannies, grannies. One when he was in first grade only time. The only moment, he witnessed a tear fall from creators eyes.

Her name was Faye. He loved her dearly, she was the apple of his eye. That man was magnificent, one of a kind. He through his first blow for. Disrespected his name the friend to the. Grew to have great respect for each other. Not his fault he didn’t understand. Whom LO was to the. His homie, his friend, and his father.

Like, no other never showed a flaw never said don’t. He let him make his mistakes. Asked when his head seemed to heavy to hold was the ok. Took many of licks. He didn’t flinch, he respected the more. Never raised a belt, placed the in dark rooms. When being was wrong. He prepared him to face his fears. No, no more pain even the love is scary to bear.

Observed the pain he was the reason to hustle. The presentation of every boy needs a father, every father desires a son. Being wished for a daughter to teach him to be gentle. The received her. God knew it wasn’t time. He used the screwnie to push through the bleeding of his feet.

Grandmother dropped to her knees spoke words of encouragement, care, and protection to the ceiling that had no ending. She grazed there thirty minutes to listen to the higher power's voice. She heard his words. He voiced his pain, his lack of the best of to what powers would listen.

As one would a friend still didn’t hear his voice. He questioned all existence, he whom created night and day. Why? When it seems, we are born in the debts of hell. He saw then he was one, the personification of the creator. Every word he shouted, every moved he made. Source was within, he had to listen, look and learn to discern the messages. Too, get the answers he seeked.

He asked to see heaven in this lifetime. Not know it came with a source of pain. Didn’t know the cost of the fame. Live with no shame, no regrets. He realized he heard him every time. He got to blink his eyes. Attracting current sea to provide a way. The had to use is granted gifts to come to.

They root of evil, titled because of their lack of understanding of the duality. It’s you who made it that way. Your intentions, your greed, your need to feel validated. Not the, he seek it for the freedom, not for self, and for the people. Who showed him they would live for him cause it’s too easy to die? No tears shed, no evil spoken, nor will the listen to your lies tell me the facts. Let's see the glow in your eyes.

They all made the wrong pivite. Feeling all the enzy, jealousy, and toxic love. Tuned it up into the key of his deliverance. They light to the lighthouse, that keeper protected. Was his doorway to higher beams of light. The source that allowed him to play on the see-saw with vision.

Old times he would medicate to see higher and beyond . Limited to what actions he could preforms. Limited to the routes that prolonged his journey. His due diligence was unwilling. He created a spark with water and a spark. The spear of the hounds blazed his back. He pulled them out with the lava of the deepest enfarino.

Scolding waters gave his wounds peace. His light was the brightest as he rose out of the flames and hot coal. He smiled bigger with every inch created by the blade ripping his flesh free. As they set fire to the after whipping him to the point of rebirth. He clawed out the grip of the torched souls. An eagle showed him views of rockets, the sight of planets from the brim of another.

He could never be broken birth in the jungle. Amongst lions, panthers, and snakes. He put his tared body in pressure of the dirt. Found peace in the sores. He created a new way of life. His soul danced, and his heart finally had a beat. Riding the astros as they passed up the gates of mars. He reached his true pentacle. He aligned, the alignment of love and pain. HE the creator of creation turned aggression into heaven.