I Got Torched By The Sky On A Warm Sunday

Prophecy teach me words of preparation Not etched in form as particular before This is a sign wake up your mind Keep cradle what you have at bay yet release what is innocent to keep

Omen of Many, Signpost of Man

visions, totems Spirit calls… in dreams and in the unseen shhh! Let us recognize the sound this will guide our heart for our harmony sake Make the connect Love is abound

Hundredfold

If I am genuine with my seek this in turn I should reach these symbols in a coded era that call my name in a distant haze they long for me to grab hold and decode my spirit’s way to deliver a branch for my root’s expanse and I pray as genuine as I seek…