i like falling apart because i get to put it together with a brand new start we’ll call this poetry art as I express to convey what raids my heart
Tag: Prose
My Sun-Mate Sojourns
I hold stake in a dream state Knowing I’m a vision altered state I am dust in the wind I am dust not this skin I co-commune with orbs and kin I’m a vessel skeptical with much within I am un-weighted in these chains of gravity I will seek in forms of velocity Ever forgoing…
Mental Of Supernatural Torture
If I could compare it to anything sweating drops of blood it would be supernatural torture of peace
Supple Peace & Supple War
I know it was meant to be and I know it was beyond me I know it is here inward and it is on me I know it is I who came before and have come again to forewarn thee
Order Of Supernatural Persistings
I realized I couldn’t look to anyone except the Father I had begun to accept my position of archetypal significance Greater than the perfect storm I had been forewarned and now I was saying yes to my Father
Telepath En-Tap
Strike cordially I’m an empath of sound I rejuvenated to strike the Master Art I’m a matriarch of sound
A Melody, A Mystery, A Majesty
a word, a thought, a deed reflected out of me reflecting proper melody
Please Free Out The Damp Closet As I Want Madness
lightyears away from the norm escaping the depths of the shallow swarm bleeding amongst the stagnant few who still hold true what’s in tune all these people are soulless… where’s the solace? photo people, could you please photo shop
Age’s Wisdom
This is your book contained in age This is your age contained it may The real bliss of what empties us remains ultimately to know you, Wisdom of the ages