Inspirer for the hirer

Inspirer for the hirer,

My experience must get its due, from images of wonder to the shelves of plunder has my abilities been tested, long are these gray hairs I once detested.

If given a thing of things, to which my mind may play, of this I am sure to have something to say.

I can not pretend to know of ones needs, of mine times four for my seeds.

My bags of my tools of trade, be cleaned daily and kept as if just made.

Enough, Enough before they say fair thee well to me, I can not stand to tell tales of me.

Inspirer for the hirer it is apparent to see,

As for all of this promotion’s I think they all have need of some lotions or at least some motion.

For with a hirer of an inspirer, I am of sure of destinies granting better prosperities.

A simple wish of the inspirer

Of the stillness Marcus Aurelius,

Of the stillness Marcus Aurelius, where is the stillness.

To a delight has one so wondered, in the stillness of the night, the staining of my character of which I fight, to move is of itself a selfishness of acts.

Of what principles can be rationally held true, a harmonious human perversion of nature is man.

Of my mind thereby the universe does mans pride offer the only congruent nature of such as a man, The capacity of his belief to play god, fear not the death he plays of.

Of the stillness O Marcus Aurelius where is the tranquil in conscience.

 

Deeds of piety, repentance, self-discipline, and of prayer,

Ye Alexandrian critics of fear, Aristarchus was your marks not clear.

What notion is a brotherhood of man, his communal solidarity is in annihilations of man, for when others do break, passionately whipping higher than the low of level in the herd,

Hannah Arendt, to what salt did the wound not take in duties of such a state.

 

 

History does not begin with no such mystery,

for man bleeds through his own history,

Conscience like all prayer,

 leaves man no care.

 

Oh- to humanity would it be that you opened your two eyes, if this is the result of one it would be of no value, Alas our blindness has raised a generation filled with anger and rage a result of our own conceit and contempt.

 

Pitty them for in their life time they have known no time without war, oh to what we have done.

 

I understand them to have lived each day with the broadcast of hourly violence offset with the three minutes of love. Thus I say to you look, yes look at what we have done.

 

As I write that I am set to the wonder of the equations, how many of what, can I say or do to offset that reality.

 

There is a simple fact, the law of attraction; to what are we attracting, do we argue and war over a hill or a river, no we only war out of fear, for their beliefs, their creed, their color, their wealth, their prayer.

 

Yet the question to a one, if we know these things and we see these things then why must we pick leaders who do these things, be he a congressmen or priest. Why do we follow such beliefs that a mother or a child is raised with so much hate.

 

Is this truly mans fate, that each state be so filled with mans hate.