If an artist’s inspiration never dies The mystery of muses lends the life 2.20.15
Tag: Prose
Pasty White Sailor
Lost at sea You found me Here I correlate A massive monologue Dense the smog, by fog of law I’m just lost here working on The Throne Stark charter and dark water… Sail in 3, 2, 1 2.2.15
Divine Matrix Of Our Psychic Hearts
Precision How could I prescribe Such a provision An exact indication Of a precise correlation I couldn’t of planned That’s how Divine Matrix allowed A lifeline of wit Psychically deemed fit Into what now Measures apparent In solstice legit 3.24.15
Clinically Organized
I am like an invisible ghost Unheard of to most Phone in your belly Quick to comprehend you Latching noted to the forcefield Shifting from the Reckoning One 3.18.15
Full Circle To Reclaim
What doesn’t make sense at a time, comes to Full Circle of realize In a sense a greater past tense emerges like a notary friend 3.20.15
North Warrior
Practitioner to trainer your mystical name Magic to reclaim Supernova Perfect star Practice put into words Words put into practice That’s where the nurses are Healing should be exciting and intoxicating, taking honest in an order of seer, Triple dense the Eye is the potion of deliverance 3.20.15
Victory Is The Hand Of Death
What else is Life but breath and death? Most live without dying as men breathe without air Jaws of life = hand of Death × If they die, they get to keep it 6.7.14
Moon Trancer
limit exposure, know your closure, like a gypsy under radar do not lose your moral name star 3.17.15
We’re Amazing, We’re Made Of Star Material
Shooting stars in my eyes My Eye the sky in fostered time Bang, boom align Shoot star of mine 5th shooting star of the night First comet raging of my life Constraint of gravity loads holds of outer density Projecting astral psychology Physics of psychic chronology 3.18.15
Genetic Pull Is Your Destiny
When I look at the sky I see the future time reflecting back at us I’m a speck on this earth with the universe within Outside in, planetary alignment jolts the skin Seers of grim reapers, keepers of the lend Entails my kin, no space, no time to sift, must shake Beyond all knowing, foundation quake…
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