Monday Morning Oracle
Is anyone going
to go to that
Oracle thing
for Lunch?
Monday Morning Oracle
Is anyone going
to go to that
Oracle thing
for Lunch?
I’ve got an assignment for you
The assignment[sign]’s risky
Just keep in clue
Ever careful yet ever true
A dangerous job for you
What a sign we can all tell
I’ll pass the rest for you but
What is your depth to do is
Be very careful, you did good
A lot to do, everybody happy
Half of everyone asleep
Keepsake seek tame
Kind of a fan turner
So it shines on you
Pan in the same
A young girl
was marking native
her spot
{ I went through a period where }
all the things I said in Envelopes
they kind of looked
at me weird
talk about bad stuff
blood indication of
your hypervigilance
switch sides to tell them
come in here and say we
didn’t do any of this work,
pretending the ordering
was yours? oracle work
left by sharpie’s verse
mental stimulation,
a lot of great
suffering
going
on
10.17.15
Can you hear this?
Of course I can ~
Can you channel kiss?
Why certainly ~
Of depth and plan
How about hydrate
Is your conscious clear
Can your aura steer
a good hyper dose of
magic correlation
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Music of the
spheres
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10.21.14
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 up in your old charged distant room, distressed and noble ideas keep awakening the tune. It is a sickness to be healthy, I am sicker than you. On a new level of sophistication to forewarn you. Where God resonates is my provision. I have a paper when I voice. Can you bring the tallest sermon a poet? I woke up in the destiny, sans a choice. A gateway permission of a universal voice. The way God’s got it marked out mapped to perfection, it didn’t feel like luck, it felt like fate. A writer before who still writes about it, a prophet’s wake.
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
It’s hard to make up fantasy
This reality is just so proprietary
There’s no need to dream
(baffled and confused)
dazed as the progress knew
no tell tale signs of backing down
I’m here for good,
accept and stay,
all hail the way
How big is this book
and who wrote these words?
Is it only for me
or is it the book of the Universe?
Where did this come from
and why has it chose me?
Chosen indeed, while many are
the realms of full fledged Alchemy
Endless messages cast in an internal shrine
As I follow line by line
This Arched Dialogue from the crevasses of time
Illuminates my foreground, highlights an ancient time
History prepared, what is to come is also there
As my subconscious is sparked, fully aware
Calmly gliding, verse by verse
A prophetic tongue is dually immersed
These senses set me straight
As I correlate this is all to relate
To the pulse in me, to the pulse in you
To the Exquisite Power
Birthed in every natural pursuit
I hold this torch, kindled by my Source
My Highest Self deems this is everything
A Complete Circle, an Oracle’s Virtue