Even though I have healed from within My soul recalls the blood That had seeped from my skin Blood stained envy From a starved positional threat No way in hell Was I going to rehash that bet For strength and courage gripped my mane Abominable misery invoked intercession To overcome darkness and its fame As…
Tag: Healing
Nature of the Journey
My Redeemer’s vision Of intense provision Guides my heart to the edge of this world It takes me to the ledge And in turn this I grasp That every beauty has its day When a sensation of uneasiness blew its way This is the way of the four corners of this earth Truly waiting until the day…
Wealthy Tonic
Every breath I take is a prayer! Yes this is true Just stating an inward truth I breathe in hope I exhale wealth A healing tonic for my spiritual health
Arrow of Intent
My reactions are a reflection of me I see it this way because my insides bleed As what I conveyed was in no way What my heart longed to portray Now I reprieve this in my knowing Set forth the arrow to reclaim this Pierce my heart to restart Pure intentions make the mark
Latterday Dose
Your dose is this gown of righteousness Hardwired in the form of fresh expression Your light feels my flow and We connect and aline in a row Your chronic sympathy guides our gaze You inject a dose that marinates our throat to coat A mechanism in line with love and hope to mend and cope
The Blood I See
I looked in your eyes and saw the potential you hold you are broke and there was a time you weren’t you are so beautiful yet the plague runs deep I see myself in your flesh the entrapment of the cage has robbed you of your glory days my once fluttering flower now resembles the…
Unavoidable Ride
My muse seems to be my suffering. Well that sounds crazy to read yet in truth this I speak. The grip and the ledge is what gives me this edge. It takes me to a higher sight, another height, a different pike. It exposes the mending of a soul in session, a heart’s confession and an honest obsession….
Lightworker
I am a Lightworker at best, don’t you see? This is what my Spirit has called my soul to be. At times this call is deep, it awakes me from my sleep. It engages every fiber of my being, it clears past the offense of the obscene. It engulfs judgement as if it were never deemed. It alights a spark of an unmistakable…
Sunrise Sensations
The mark of daybreak takes my breath away It revives my mental clarity Renews my sense of praise The smell of the dew and the view of the moon Still glistening in its reflective groove The edge of the sun The owls strumming deep The chorus of these feathers Gap words I have to say…
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