What is my worst fear? Remaining in the same position as I was last year How do I meet this match? Reassure my soul of the direction it has cast { { { those smallest cues } } } Even if it makes no sense, follow those rules!
Tag: Prose
The Hidden Agenda Of The Stars
* My life is an outreach An outline of soul speak My truest nature in my mind These dreams dose an article of time I blissfully roll over and recapture the view * The dream is as empty as the truth * Mysticism dancing around the stars This service is from a dream realm I am…
Soul Vacuum Of Inherent Nature
Your fate is aligned in the cosmic code Life has already happened, it is just waiting to unfold Your response to agree is unanimity Ultimately it is destiny
May You Transaction Your Fate
I only look at the positive For I know what to relate I can sense my inheritance Is far more of an open slate For I know when I die I will at once fall awake Wholeness is unraveled As a transparent fate This is a deep dream My reality awaits Holy fortitude you Are…
Pharaoh’s Daughter
Where does your inspiration come from…? from an archetype weaved deep reflected inside and it reflects me
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…
Words Are The Best Thoughts
over time I can steel… a big metaphor for the big window in my life { { { you shed out of your skin } } } better to get paid a legendary dream hone technology…
The Windows Are Made From Your Soul
The quotes were within me As the Kingdom is within When I search I look within As in me is the universe in reach Collectively an inherent speech Unity we achieve
Your Super Nymph Thoughts Charge The World
In a battle trance of an epic dance That is what it’s like expressing what is within {} {} {} Well Armed
Shadows Of A Puppet, Never The Light…
By my husband, Jesse Robertson: Blessing and a Curse. More than human, less than human… Dominoes will not stand still forever. The joy is in setting them up and watching them fall. or perhaps the sadness. Why is it difficult to speak? Because it is difficult to fill their ears with the freedom they do…
Aubrey's Arch 