World Renown Survivor

you are so much that it scares you ~ accept the truth and run to ~ yourself you save a world within you ~

Rebel, We Need Your Rehab

As I walk the road humbly with extent I cinch the cause of a rebel wish list I sense a breed of new-born killers Off grid winners That accompany the wasteland aftermath to alarm the few worth expenditure This rebel sect now renders A whitewash breed to remember Entailing surrender No way out except the…

Your Song Can Be Revealed To You

Love what you want and find your music, Life lend to your force ~ When I go on the lullaby, when I go to sing ~ I sing to the tree, I sing to the tune ~ Give what you can and the Earth’s succession is yours ~

Live The Dream

Look here, I’m the dreamer of the dream This day is mine to life away Strife at bay, I seek, I pray Amidst the way I earn a fusion Likely embedded with a lifelike illusion

Soul Script

Visually speaking I am a soul writer Who lives to align I search within my soul to find A heart of magic laced with an unending rhyme A rhythm of cohesiveness A universal shrine Everything is coming to me at the right time Every sign any direction I find I am being led My Angels…

You Kept The Message With Me

You are the greatest man that you’ve ever been We’ll classify the truth by how it lends Peace to holy communion Each breath seems to be your union I admire your movement Within, without each day you draw new

Echoed Enigma

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!

True Beauty, Raw Shadow

My kindness is my weakness, it always has been. It’s like I couldn’t argue otherwise, my emotions expend. They let in a raw sensitivity, one too delicate for this jagged world. I see my place is in the heavens, my heart’s nature concurs. I let love emerge, while angels allure. I’m far away from this earthly…

A Prophet’s Wake

Inwrapped in the emotions, entrapped in the covers. My dreams are meant for me to send you the information. Wild ink, set strength. A global assistant of high rank. An everyday recipient where sentiment meets sentence. Literature response was my dream. Beautiful conception, divine perfection, genius projection, I always down play my investments. I’m in a new logic recording words, bringing a new sensitivity of latent verbs. The pain of endless pleasure rocking me to sleep. It’s hard to wake…