after you, this love, it will not be of any more. for you have brought shame an dishonor before spirit. my fantasy dream has entervien the holks. decarated hatred when mine eyes can pirece through worlds. in having the meantal capacity of the waters grace, shall have cleansed my inner being granting wings for i have floan into the knowleadge of wisdom. understanding the vibration set forth have condem me to set aside ones trickery. thee adulturated sensuality thier glows of springs finest. so may you whither. as a feather, back inside the winds rapture of trials an tribulation upon which you have came. for if my theroy is precist. oh helen, dear grandmother of the nights warmth, commondere my spirit this vessel, so that i may feel loves ocean breezzing, cloaning the spirit. for when my love has been slain, an left for the stranger, the murderah, an the harlet to have influence, thank love. (the poet 2 prophesy) 2009