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…
Tag: Oracle
I Don’t Have Dreams, I Have Realities
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…
The Arched Dialogue of an Oracle’s Virtue
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…
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