Tag: Metaphors

Toots The Truth

When I’m honest, sincerely sincere in honest Fruit flies fly away in seeds of dismay They lay eggs to trap themselves at bay This is how I know words must play in a critical heart that shies away

Bleeding To Death

I like the grime of a spontaneous truth Death’s simple elixir of sugar coat just won’t do Honesty killed me, finally, now it’s after you We must die to the truth, we were made to die new

Supple Peace & Supple War

I know it was meant to be and I know it was beyond me I know it is here inward and it is on me I know it is I who came before and have come again to forewarn thee

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

Please Free Out The Damp Closet As I Want Madness

lightyears away from the norm escaping the depths of the shallow swarm bleeding amongst the stagnant few who still hold true what’s in tune all these people are soulless… where’s the solace? photo people, could you please photo shop

The Sufi’s Soul Surfing Eye

I will always be there for a silent suggestion winked the Twinkle in the Sky . it mocked my eye . the sufi’s soul surfing eye as a canon music mystic you pay mystic to the Indian Sky sufi for sutification that’s why the sufi’s soul is its delivery the essence aromafies the memory

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…

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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…

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