What Fate is this...?

Trailer of Faith,

     Fortune telling myself off a system of words bent on the signs of prey spouting in reverse writer's block out of the most inner poetic dark within, Vein knife over wrist in a vertical bout of skin against f(r)iendship with a blade, Final wish accepted act against the eat sleep life conduit of mercy's debt overspent on sleeping through signs to change the universe through  dazzling burning ember flames of the heart on fire in every no single point of life, To breathe the travelling light of a smile against the dredge sea of humanity stumbling down streets of rage as 9-5 bulls on an endless plague epidemic parade of anxiety inscribed upon their souls through an illegitimate happiness reasoning, The monetary like salvation can't write your eyes to believe in joy at the end of life when looking back on too many nights spent hand in hand with your lover whilst your soul was in flight to far off lands where the regret of neglecting signs to pursue dreams was broken!

   Speaking to inspire awareness of religious to hum drum double never thought for yourself moments, Conditioned like prejudice via rules keeping thoughts off the straight and narrow of the this very moment, Placement of will in treasure stored in decrepit mansions hovering in clouds bearing streets of gold, Heaven will be hell for those who seek it, Hell will be eternal silence and the grey twilight will be the valley overcast with clouds of mourning where Truth meets every lonely death too early loss of life, Souls inspired to persevere despite indifference, solitude, prejudice, labelling, domestic violence, rape, abuse... Forever goes on the endless list of moral code rules broken via a decrepit value of self over anyone else!

     This is my chivalry: Spoken word poetry appeasing no destiny but this very second on behalf of those who... Seek wide open joy in the ever present adaptation of smiling in the moment. Learn yourself then accept everyone else, this is peace, this is the ethical code of The Universe!

    I can't believe in karma, no second life born of no virgin child of mother earth hath no fury over angels only men in demon's clothes who exhibit domestic sexually based blame the victim until she submits through years of violence, No historical context of a single spirit ever knew the encumbrance of what we describe as sin to allow karma to impede said rape overture of lust violence upon their innocent dry heaving aftermath of the penetration body.

    Can't believe in biologies  random chance origin of species rules over the bones of change throughout time, I stair into the plan of bees daily show the great design of Father Time's impregnation of Mother Earth. If God ever was He's drawn pictures of sorrow outside of time whilst listening to a device labelled endless range of the human condition play list written code of music within His soul while watching all art in the black space of creation beyond heaven nearly spent on forgiving all the tragedies of the human condition.

    He isn't a puppeteer pulling strings though He might pretend to leave bread crumbs for those aware to find, Signs of something more... The beauty of choice in the moment; for this is fate's destiny. To live consciously aware in the moment and learn to exhibit love so peace may flourish in smiles over the face of the world, All else is vane, For love is born in a smile... Even if it begins in the mourning dark deep inside.

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT