If I could compare it to anything sweating drops of blood it would be supernatural torture of peace
Tag: Creation
Order Of Supernatural Persistings
I realized I couldn’t look to anyone except the Father I had begun to accept my position of archetypal significance Greater than the perfect storm I had been forewarned and now I was saying yes to my Father
Telepath En-Tap
Strike cordially I’m an empath of sound I rejuvenated to strike the Master Art I’m a matriarch of sound
Eagle Eye Locked On Sight
Let unbound wisdom expel from this heat Let it burn a whole to my head from my seat In my sleep is where I catch a fire to fly Cerebral cortex, eagles dancing in the sky
Nature’s Framework
My innerwork content All the Bliss of what scars us remains Lose myself in the service of soul Lost it may, my limit is blown Along with my mind What inspired this line Was a manifold chime Resulting in rhyme
A Melody, A Mystery, A Majesty
a word, a thought, a deed reflected out of me reflecting proper melody
The Canvas Of A Spoken Warrior
If I could paint you a picture then put it into words That would give the emote the justice it deserves Here I will serve high beams and fishnet dreams For lavish openings to incarnate wings Through these words that comprise An unburdened eye to realize That the paint of Life within lies
How Much Sun Can Grow In The Flower Of An Endless Bloom?
The Son of the Seed The Sun inside Me The mutual identity The seedling of Kings The steer of rays The lay of the rain The foreground of days Sprout inner master blades The fertile fuels My fragrance As the Sun reflects My conscience The flower knows no escape except The beauty it knew to…
I Have A Birdsmobile For Your Back
Psychology turned into a flight festival, within the pages of inquiry. Let it expose abundant rays! A different league ascends, as I make ends! Feed me Creation’s stopwatch, it’s ultra-static… what I navigate all the time. I will catch a fire to finish through. For no one despises the ecstasy or re-age of refinery. Air plane…