The witness slams down a man in the act of separation Yes, we have to take notes and trash things very pleasly It has come to recognize each person as a gift He was one sided, his earth wasn’t subsided No transite bond from native to earth 2.20.14
Tag: Consciousness
Are You The Daughter Dreamer?
What matters in the middle of the night… Your target sole obsession Your soul rite The devil’s force within Shakes dead courage skin Left standing, All in
A Known Sense Of Wonder
I go for a party and it’s like an oxymoron I had to adopt the thoughts that are foreign Native in my reach, so reflective, rhyme and teach Get up and confuse people where your name came from, that’s me!
Free Standing Religion
Till I realize God is my mind and in that we created the stars and the heavens All throughout ourselves and through time Canvas creations link gestations My canvas is the Sky Father Mind marks day to night Mother Moon links night to heart Light to dark, illuminating Creation’s Star
Fiery Shift Of Goddess
At 12 there is the dragon people …it speaks out to me So you like my dragon… that’s okay, we can share That’s a unique squint to bear Come wear spherical tresses The Soul of my dreams wanted to raise my own bar for you
Perfected Flaw
We all want to change but we don’t want to accept each other’s change Can we get beyond and see the range of the heart of man We demand too much while deeming not the cause A case of flaw perfected a lot
The Seeds That Are Tribal Commune
Was there anyone out there that could relay in real words Emote that comes from power of an inscripted verb Please if you’re out there come and call my name I mostly need your authentic whim To rain dance my own way
An Energetic Empire To Withstand
Poetry shares dark secrets in your heart bringing life to air Personally I’ll tell you one thing do it while you can Make room for errors less crowd in your span
The Cocoon Is A Dirt Cave, It Is A Throne In The Sky
Testing ideas because I’m a monthly advocate of the moon waning on me. An etiquette of charm and delicacy. This has been my ritual, this has been my routine. Sentence screwing magnolia to strange possibility. I’m opening up a new system, they wake before I do… I don’t want something that’s that pretty, the throne…
A Reminder, A Romancer
The fragrance dim and pale Once a recent red The aroma of the memory Dances in our head Its glory was its virtue Its virtue was a song Carrying the world along For all to join in song
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