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

Let Them Know The Angels Are Upon Them

do you realize what you are? yes. i want the world to realize only because i want them to have faith in the divine, not me. to know that magic happens all over and around. within and without. pure belief in love.

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…

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…

Ethereal Nightingale

Do not interject My most passionate words I am relaying dignity enlightened for manifest material, you are My ethereal nightingale, of a most precious identity you are My messenger for what you can’t comprehend the deed

Captivated Among the Wise, Foolish Among the Readers

You know me to be a prophet   Yes get zealous I say wake up your mentality your heart, My fame, our spirituality this is reality yet I am trying to take you a little higher to steady suggest your prime inheritance these worlds are linear you sense this I see your reward lies in…