The "Ode"

Your and my beliefs are false
All you need to do is
Exaggerate and asper-ate
All your new beliefs
And believe, in their depth
Beauty belonging
Re-root the scenery
Of your path precisely
Allow for your perfection
To come through
Let it come from within
Understanding its longing
Breathe its intent
Beautify its value
Taste its love
Need its way
Its familiarity
Above all else its surety
Its preciseness
Believe in its content
Understand its religion
Its spiritual depth
Its meaning
En-visit... its structure
Its perfect elasticity of power
Analyse its honour
Hold on, to its steadfastness
Appreciate its birthright
Appeal to its inner vicinity/plight
Be proud that you hold
Its guarantee, its entirety
Imagine its tranquility
Its serene flavour
Talk about, its influential behaviour
Its immortality
Its birthing requirements
Speak to its guard up
And tear down, its unknowing burden
Re-establish its in-depth constitution
And absolutely love, its embarkment
Its contours...its flavourful differentials
Its impeachment of suicidal tendencies
Its ruining capabilities
Its vast mobility; of senses
Its attainment of hearsay qualities
For it is in its greatness
That it is obtainable
Preserved...Godlike in appearance
Articulate, miraculous
This power of assumption
Is fulfilling, pleasurable
To the pallet of all your own
Good and evil
To the circumstantial requirements
Of lust, and habit forming peculiarities
All this is foolproof
Its investigative veins stretch
To the depths, of any viable sea
Noted and represented of simplicity
The untold truth; of the perpendicular haze
Is its farfetchedness
We ask ourselves too many denials
To many unknown
Truths of harassment
The loud picture is, we assume
Before we are summonsed
We run; before we walk
We affear our own voyage
Before we acknowledge it
Put doubt in our
Spectacular performance
We are the creators
Of our own universe
We are the spirit; and light
Of our own awake
We are the faith
Of our accomplishments
We are the birth of our intelligence
We are our, imaginable beginnings
We are our; knowing perceptions
We bleed before we eat
We judge our own hypocrisy
Without knowing its capabilities
We know our own likeness
We are the force of recognition
We are the guilt of our failures
If we don't see our own purpose
We fail to execute our ideas
We are the wonderment
Of all there is
We are the channel, of our desires
We set forth our own stars
We are our own; burning vicinity
Our imaginations response
Our luck cultured
Our breath answered
Our vote qualified
And equal, to the one self
Our final requisite is; our birthright
Our plan of completeness
If we don't acknowledge our power
We are infertile
Silent to our own divine
The water we tread, is our deepness
Our underlying vocabulary of ways united
Our song of intentions
Our music; of instincts realised
Our freedom of wanderings
Our divine divinity
Light of our recovery
Rebirth... of our enlightened peace
Our adequate charm
Is our beneficiary requirement
Our sweetness; a culinary delicacy
There's no boundary, between
Our interior and exterior
It is all one...
We are what we believe
Our certainty is our knowing
Knowing who, one is; and loving it
App easing it
The "Ode"
One Divine Energy
Sublime perfect
Of all there is
And all there will be