I like falling on my face because the grit from the nosedive makes mighty fine mudcakes That I then bake into a live stream of possibilities I keep it fresh and dirty in the mix to mix up that rainbow dream, within, without, my legacy’s keen 11.6.15
Tag: Metaphors
Cold Quest Nights
As long as it’s slow story, cold story to tell 11.5.15
A Girl Who Is Unashamed Of Dying Red
Energetically your circumference *~.. sparks the red cross ..~* I like Jesus the healer who reveals a lot 4.30.15
Matters Of The Medium
Sticks And Stones Triple Honed Jesus, Witch, Crow Rainbow 12.26.14
You Come And Have A Date Night With The Holy One Who Took You Down
trying making mistakes, bearing through the heartache at stake, never sinking low because that haults the growth stunting mirrored imagery, personified the whole of me, no hole to wallow in, gift of marriage of holy breach, sending bells of wedding mail, delivered in the love-o-gram, set to send to an honored land, the heart of…
Understanding Weight Of Pregnancy
this here i know though i felt paralyzed i continued to feel i never knew of a love so painful, like that one of the seal of discomforted property, so disclosed in canons of mystery the misery brought me to the only resting place i found like that of the cold concrete, no softer than…
Pink Is The Color Of The Universe
Pink is the color of the universe We come into this world flesh and bare We exit this life in a gentle glare Dust we came and to dirt our bodies remain The color of love and the celestial plane above Galaxies immersed and the tone of our inner realm of myrrh To this pigment…
Lost In My Job’s Commercials, Lost In My Prayer
Swerving through the find of a hundredfold ~ Growing bold with every thought untold ~ I never would of thought it going down like this Reminiscent of all the prophet’s gifts Strongest prayer in existence Following up with that Concord bliss 6.16.15
That’s The Truth And That’s The Shadow
pearly white gates waiting for you in the depths of the dark though my words are harsh, it’s blunt to hide and stay in no way will I remain lacked in a cornered cage locked far away from indigenous play soul right responsibility, if offense is something you see, perhaps dig past your sleep, it’s…
A Hunter’s Faith, Mirrored Vikings
We met ourselves in the strangest ways Depth and praise what defines a maze A beautiful woman of solid gaze, a trophy of praise Very desperate ones like in the same In the eyes of a sharp daughter we would be ok Healing the world through explorer ways 6.26.15
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