Pure Love Forever

The miracle of childbirth,

created out of love,

and framents of this Earth,

blessed with something from above.

Pure energy resides as matter,

a child of the stars,

how is she to encapsulate,

who we all really are?

A telepathic natural,

penial gland intact,

a knowing that is actual,

the only knowledge infact.

Her neuro-pathways maximised,

she joins the dots together,

there is no question in her eyes,

her understanding is beyond clever.

A potential beyond reason,

his forebrain forsees the futures,

his heart cries out for Eden,

what comes before him is computers.

The boy says his first word,

and the parents stand in ore,

an iniciation's quite obsurd,

as the boy looses his core.

Yet his parents stand in ovation,

"We're so proud of our little boy,

such a perfect creation,

without end he brings us joy.

Then the parents read the news,

and make a cup of tea,

and stubbornly refuse,

to aknowledge what they see.

Physically immobile,

fed by a plastic beaker,

while his folks chat on their mobiles,

and check out it's special features.

He surrendered being everything,

to come into this form,

to dish out the bitter medicine,

and become a Christ reborn.

Yet he's helpess and he's spoonfed,

and his nappy is wet and soiled,

so no-one gives him credit,

for the innate wisdom that may unfoil.

Enlightened minds in childrens bodies,

and adults with regression,

searching for God conscience,

but refuse to take the lesson.

The inner voice the boy possessed,

that spoke of truths untold,

may aswell be layed to rest,

as his subtleties turn cold.

Ripped out from the uterus,

the programs has begun,

despite himself, despite his future,

 what on earth will he become?

The words build up like fungus,

mask the beauty of the soul,

'til puberty is upon us,

and we take on our parents roles.

So step into the silence,

it's better late than never,

end the internal violence,

and become Pure Love Forever.