My Prayers Were Silent

My prayers were silent I didn’t write ’em down I thought they would come through on trances Come true in dances

As A Saint I Chose To Weep

It’s unprocessable this world, God As a saint I chose to weep To this leverage I may keep My soul aligned to speak In tongues of dialect I sung a lightning Former sect Alms to who I hold regard Lasting whisper Shards of shards Make known your Native ways Foreign dignity of latter days Feet I praise…

Come to this church – The darkest night of the soul

The song of my heart, sing—you’re not done yet. I can’t believe you’re doing this to me –Anvil. This divine God. [There’s a part that’s huge] That’s huge on my Sanskrit and Indian blessings. Bulldog with birthday hat [vision]. Why is your little tiny sand writing. Why is your little tiny flame sandy. Thief of…

Saturnian Queen

Sea bass. I need the social security number. It doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter how I feel—that’s what pisses me off. Ultimately mature wise up get stronger faith. I began singing at it with the beauty stones. They have fish and they were going to let go of something. Cheatness of plan. It is pressed…

The Blue Hunt Search

Not critically acclaimed but there’s definitely a flame in this heart that’s going to be an ocean

[Faith] Continue wanting us virgins

Serious benefits with the Neptune loss. My only commenter with vision’s skins. Registered for eyesight. Persephones. We need to live in our languages. You need to love with eternity. Put the fern on the cherry–. Pledge allegiance to the age minus Kim uptight now. ‘Cause of you a punk message. Obviously, the words are slaying. Bloodbath. You…

Sometime you get married to the wrong type of wings though

Bid you farewell. The most interesting thing[s] he’s ever read. Like God’s there and you’re on your deathbed—I’m talking about that kind of humble. I was just going for the cleanest version of the truth. I strive for honesty and accuracy. Tractor infractions. Open dream invitations. Absolute freedom in your legacy. This drawing in Virginia Beach….

You Must Fail The Risk

Yes, I saw that place of regret, playing blurtful and intact… while suit followed as I didn’t realize the wrong way was lit up. But perfection is a set up! The mind of challenge offers great obstacles. Hence the foolish and the wise have to team from each other… for when they reach the point of…