That happy place is where things get done Though we need to suffer the harder one Cut vocals They don’t say one secret thing 2.2.15
Tag: Soul
Concrete & Holy
Blissful sentiment, every word I meant A lot of wonder, and because of this Love has no offense, all in favor? 4.17.14
The Pure Is So Profound
All I see is endless possibilities and I haven’t even left my seat Heaven comes down to earth and I release This is a layer of skin, not debaucherous sin How could I voice this expression if I was all torn up in my own obsession of a guilty confession 4.24.14
I Love My Lineage & You Are My Leg
Can I live for me? New lineage, an image of innocent royalty Me take the world by storm? By the Sun direct I shall scorn Innocent myth, a sign of relief adorned 2.25.15
The Self Manifest Reassured
Perfection is a standard To live up to this, measuring up to that What if your “mistakes” made perfect sense Would we redefine perfection in past tense Future sense colliding with past offense… That carried a purpose of relative mention Which aligned a truth with a world class redemption Perfection is a standard, yours only to…
Incomprehensible Size & Worth
It takes a fighter to knock out life A strong survivor to bark the bite An animated grin and at times the heart’s still heavy then Look at where you are today, you shell shocked the world away 5.16.14
[ I’ll Just Be With The Residence Within ]
He who sow, he who sow 7 times a day to keep over good keeping gentle is the prey as the softness of the chew of life dissipates into skin, we should never have a problem looking within 1.17.15
The Arch Angels
they are near yet treacherous rain fall first appeared we are one time took its token elated to son 3.29.15
Pure Heart Channel
My heart in a state of open decay Rebuilding what it longed to say Tender, touching, embracive uncomforted it aches Knots in my stomach right now its only relay 3.27.15
A Burial, A Dream, A Spiritual Interventionist
I know your energy sense is right here in the room with me, it’s dense Your spirit’s pressing and it lifts what squandered the mounting turbulence You my friend are still alive, more than life admits 3.28.15
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