Life’s about getting wronged, standing back up and moving along… Good things are strong!
Month: October 2014
Your Charm Before Breakfast Is Deep
The stirful antics of writing Hither to and fro Of the stories in my head Whilst being led There’s so much constitution Amongst what’s said I adhere to at least a hundred Voices in my head They fine tune worthy, very early The charm before breakfast is deep I lose no sleep, I gain a…
Angels Visit Me, They Tell Me Stories
Tried as I may, true as I might… There are some things that took my breath away to endless delight. The prescription of the holy channel diagnosed a cure. Angels visit me, they tell me stories of scriptured allure. Stories, stories fill my head. As my feet are getting rooted to the sky, a grounded high, salvania sky, I waltz, I fly. My only thing and my everything, Mother, Father, My Love, Divinity.
Prolific
Originally posted on Aubrey's Arch:
I can remember each inspiration that struck the image to portray It is as if it were right here as if it were yesterday The faces and the feelings and the tears morphed into healing That relayed a sincere epilogue that preserved my essence in a time defying jar
An Aspirant Of Love
Am I the only dreamer? A firm hearted believer… What would it take to conjure up your lessened faith?
Dealing With The Me Within Me
I can’t tell you how tangled I feel when I go against my nature of what I know is real
Peace Spear
The Angels aid every sect So why would I differ nonetheless? Age, race, gender, creed We all need unity Angels embody a sense of security A gentle love reflecting heaven’s peace These locks stand for equality To claim a title is to sever thee
Soul Script
Visually speaking I am a soul writer Who lives to align I search within my soul to find A heart of magic laced with an unending rhyme A rhythm of cohesiveness A universal shrine Everything is coming to me at the right time Every sign any direction I find I am being led My Angels…
You Kept The Message With Me
You are the greatest man that you’ve ever been We’ll classify the truth by how it lends Peace to holy communion Each breath seems to be your union I admire your movement Within, without each day you draw new
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