Do not pent up what is meant to be spent up If you have a passion make it happen Even if it is just one step a day Move in that direction and don’t forget to pray
Tag: Poem
Seat Of Affection
do you worship the god of fear or the god of love? which one do you magnify? is this hard pressed, do you shy away? is it from above or a shallow grave? is the light free and sheen? can you accept other’s truth and not demean? are you willing to let go of your own…
A Declarative Match
More than likely you will exhaust your fumes There will be no more tears to spare No more bark to bite What you have done is moved on to higher heights And the low bound no round is extinguished
You Kept The Message With Me
You are the greatest man that you’ve ever been We’ll classify the truth by how it lends Peace to holy communion Each breath seems to be your union I admire your movement Within, without each day you draw new
Connected To Her Planet Earth
The particles of fragments coincide within The light from the inside reflects on my skin Nature is my body glow as it is within We are one my precious friend
Genuine Spirit Life
I love myself so much I can hardly stand it There, I said it I am in love with myself Tell me how this is wrong Give me an alternative I have to sing a song I do not hate, for that’s a harsh debate I search my heart I find inside everyone’s in mine…
The DJ’s In The Deity
If I could match up… be a writer, be a thinker… all it takes is a pen… and your loaded pen is lethal… I will hint at your escape… the d.j.’s in the deity…
I’m The Rebel Closest
The things that are so real to me are practically non-existent to the masses… How should I class this? Step back and grasp this? How is your totality? This is my reality!
A Picture Of The Womb Of Kundalini
Each level you go to declares a new match I take my time as it is within time the womb is hatched All seeds are watered as in due season sprouts progress I concord my soul’s reason for in reach I shall finesse
Fate Solutions
The only magnet that is worth your heart and time, is purely passion or else we falter to our own demise. What you may not feel yet one day you’ll see, is a reflection of purpose, a designated story.
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