A nice soul dream… how do you respond to a Soul Mate?
Tag: Healing
Holding A Reality That Cannot Be Ignored
I don’t write poetry, I get possessed it’s something out of the ordinary an entire vibe sesh I try and relate my best though it’s uncanny I rule the show
A Reason’s Design
There’s really no reflection on the the future that doesn’t relive the past… and like a diamond freight train something tells me about my foreground here. Then I try to think back, I like it like that… magic goodness, I’m a da Vinci..! Everywhere I come from, everywhere I go. Time is just another mystery contained…
Do You Still Remain Complete?
Once something’s broke It’s never the same Historic memories Of what once was in frame We get attached to the name The feeling it provokes And the comfort that it made Though if you never lost it You would have never thought this Thus experience is more like a life card The hand that’s dealt…
Solo Missions Trip
a sojourner’s site seeing with blood wrought sight angled eyes plagued with wandering miles
Deep Water Witches Diary
Creation’s Misfits Top a Rebel wish list To edge a lucid soul cliff To blanket a Water Witch shift While a seance gift-ness Marks cross souled kinship All relations lifted Mending Spirit’s love-kiss An autopilot realm switch Uniting ties of formless The message clear We hatch bliss Communion whole We hone this
You’re Bright As Noonday
when did I become my own best friend? she is funny, pretty and deep… someone who I’d always longed to meet her talent and love for life reigns supreme I run the risk of arrogance, by stating how much I’m friends with this {{ if I was talking about you, I’d come across humble, huh?…
Live The Dream
Look here, I’m the dreamer of the dream This day is mine to life away Strife at bay, I seek, I pray Amidst the way I earn a fusion Likely embedded with a lifelike illusion
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.
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