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.

An Aspirant Of Love

Am I the only dreamer? A firm hearted believer… What would it take to conjure up your lessened faith?

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…

Echoed Enigma

What is my worst fear? Remaining in the same position as I was last year How do I meet this match? Reassure my soul of the direction it has cast  { { { those smallest cues } } } Even if it makes no sense, follow those rules!

The Hidden Agenda Of The Stars

* My life is an outreach An outline of soul speak My truest nature in my mind These dreams dose an article of time I blissfully roll over and recapture the view * The dream is as empty as the truth * Mysticism dancing around the stars This service is from a dream realm I am…

A Prophet’s Wake

Inwrapped in the emotions, entrapped in the covers. My dreams are meant for me to send you the information. Wild ink, set strength. A global assistant of high rank. An everyday recipient where sentiment meets sentence. Literature response was my dream. Beautiful conception, divine perfection, genius projection, I always down play my investments. I’m in a new logic recording words, bringing a new sensitivity of latent verbs. The pain of endless pleasure rocking me to sleep. It’s hard to wake…

I Don’t Have Dreams, I Have Realities

If I told you what I am I’d have to kill you That is such bs, everyone knows you Would you come and take a bite out of me… Walk a minute in my feet There are things real to me known in movies and on screens And don’t they all the claim the same…