Refugees of a Futile Dimension

Never brought much food on the journey Never thought about it until now We’ll be alright, don’t you see? Mysteries will unveil what is meant for us here Sacrifice has always had a way with me Engulfed are my petty desires Inflamed are Theirs The Holy Ones… Me, ensnared as I lock a glare Reliable…

Two Feet In Both Worlds

This feel of a coma Is a nightly occurrence of my mind swept open I resurface to deliver seeds Pass through many portals exiting out of dreams A subconscious recall is what I reach Consciously aware of the One in me I just witnessed the most beautiful provision It was timeless, sliced firm, an echoed…

I Am Trying To Cut The Brake In Half And Just Go For The Truth

To get back what would never come back Would be the greatest gift indeed Yet did we lose it so we would inevitably see What persistence and strength it takes to continue on fervently? You could replay what could of been What weight you played in the unescapable fate Though the outcome wouldn’t of changed This…

Keep A Sound Whisper Stained So Potently

I am not seeking any sign Except a clear mind One far away from this earthy waste Many layers removed for my mental sake Shapeshift and return home Come back my mind is blown From the clarity and freedom honed Simplicity is underrated Everything I need beneath the silence Wholeness is apparent Unpolluted my mind…

Particularly Lunar

a memory I now see floated out in front of me a delivery not an area that most would see a mild lunar dose her soul isn’t conscious of it containing her nothing but a sack of clothes that date well off the keeper walking along this shortened eastern desert street that poor man took…

But Twist Is The Truth & Love Is The Torch

Pain and pleasure are linear in degree Let’s face it, we coil to the same resolution ultimately Do we not both feel alive at best? My conscience swells at the thought of any For at last and at first I’ve arrived, I’m alive And this I recall Many are the unjust that corrupt Usually people…

I Am Neither Brilliantly Matched Nor Greatly Disturbed

Mighty Incision My heart is listening To draw forth Your request To line up my skill with Your very best You deem me worthy through cause and effect You know my title of prophetic project Brilliantly Matched, nay Greatly Disturbed Some would say

This Mountain is a Metaphor

Live your life on a mountain top However, do not deny love to all or life will forever be lost I firmly mean to keep a strong distance Though in that it seems like you’d be the only one listening Yet in truth we connect to Life’s very source This mountain is a metaphor To…

This Has Been Written Before

My blood did not recognize me Neither in spirit nor in the flesh So assuredly like they’d seen a ghost What was then and what is now Evolved through time as space allowed And what is delivered through this soul Is laced with Omnipotent and priceless gold This has been written before Mother and father…