The King Is Ornate

Are dreams private and to what disguise? Is my premonition only meant for my eyes Or does it benefit the masses to see what you saw in glasses Ornate enough for all to hear the messages of all other worlds crystal clear 11.13.15

Greatest Warriors In Existence

And how the course kept changing, everyday I knew not of the direction headed All I knew was I was in for what leads the warrior For that leads the Way Don’t mistake me I know what lies ahead I just have no idea Therefore I’m ahead 7.2.15

Carrying Edgar’s Shame

I can’t even write because my thoughts are too unsettling No one would understand why I wouldn’t even want them to think they could try I wouldn’t even allow myself to let them in My deepest hours Their response still sour Mine worth the pain Carrying Edgar’s shame 7.2.15

Research News Results

I can’t see the world clearly I can’t see you Soul Speak, research a job for me My soul’s a better spoken idea 7.1.14

A Prophet’s Wake

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…

Waiting For The Perfect Incarnation

A Yogi sleeps a Mystic’s peace Incarnated in the Dreamer’s weave A prophecy, a future reach of history Code a song of conduct, to denote a rite You songstress, you are song of man Divine prophetic wisdom, in your span Described as a treatment and a threat To diagnose the land, to heal a world Inspired, to deliver a notion higher