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…
When You Get Your Silent Clear
Just when you break your silence revere you get your preached. When you get your silent clear [your deepest desire]
The Blue Hunt Search
Not critically acclaimed but there’s definitely a flame in this heart that’s going to be an ocean
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…