Psychic – Page 37 – Aubrey's Arch

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

Structured Yet Formless

This dream in here that is spelled so dear to me the formless ones appear when they appear invested and pure I’m on their side 12.30.13

Embracing Yourself Forever

I really believed in myself more than anyone would How could they, they couldn’t Why would they, they wouldn’t I severely held a vision creed I heard foretelling of my destiny I saw it like a Roman god I painted words to higher cause I knew my heart, I always held A future folding Crown…

Messages From The Flood

If I had it my way I’d wake up and count the memo to generate the message that’s been lent If no one understood me, at least I’d know the truth of truly what accompanies a heart rich of latent proof 4.11.15

I Write From A Dream State

I have a sceneless scene, it’s awake The mind is like a blank canvas, innate Turn this light off, it’s kind of interrupting my dream I feel proper projections aligning, finally This dream is a scene, mythos of me Journey similar, unknown to man I became natural to my healing self, all we needed to do…

I Only Wish To Whisper Good

Can you hear this? Of course I can ~ Can you channel kiss? Why certainly ~ Of depth and plan How about hydrate Is your conscious clear Can your aura steer a good hyper dose of magic correlation ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Music of the spheres ~ * ~ *…

The Love Lock Totem

need to put some in there to analyze the packaging 100 stars is closer to my reach I can show you something eye of visions and dreams yours in a sphere of energetic tear while mines frozen fast crystallized for all to seek through love lasts and directed my Higher Fire to write the Address! 1.2.15

A Taste In My Computer

There’s a desperately intelligent woman beyond my ghastly dreams A billion lives of surfer wings coincides with the lines of me Freeform digital poetry from a seer appears the moment I relish near 10.8.14