The Dreams We Pull Introduce Us To Our Liking

The truth that I knew could not be replaced It was like an inner wire that lit my fate It drew me in and shocked my core It’s like I was living expectantly For the prophecy forewarned

Waiting For The Perfect Incarnation

A Yogi sleeps a Mystic’s peace Incarnated in the Dreamer’s weave A prophecy, a future reach of history Code a song of conduct, to denote a rite You songstress, you are song of man Divine prophetic wisdom, in your span Described as a treatment and a threat To diagnose the land, to heal a world Inspired, to deliver a notion higher

Open Up & Bring Some Orbits

Inside a flower of a gangster indie vibe You got a little red pen high An everyday worth in disguise Shadow Sky * Safety Pen You are destined to do this hallucinating hour

Your Red Pen Is High

I aim true and my goal is not low { I dig your freedom flow } I try to keep myself pretty incognito but there’s somethings you just can’t hide { I think it’s cute when you bring out your inner side } Pictures are my wounded words blood and a couple more pens and…

Falling At Best, A Home With Astral Geniuses

“They’re evil as shit” You would think that wouldn’t you, we’re completely legit We can hear what you fear before it’s a thought Your impression of might is assuredly blocked Falling at best, a home with astral geniuses We talk to spirits “It’s all in your head” It’s in our hearts Been blessed with the…

When The Soul Finds You, His Heart Nanny Is Withered In Decline

Your death faintly renounced itself. Nobody wants to know where their destruction is. Nobody wants to know where their reward is. The world is harsh, keep yourself grounded and guarded and your temple will endure. The lion and the core seems quietly plush. Good things are strong! You are hiding how good you are. The subsequential denial of utopia. When is the…

The Moment The Soul Touches Hold All Will Be Relevant

I catch timepieces Enchanted through a sheer veneer Moments of magic appear A grand ballad I hear   Some from now Others from ancient seers All is relevant induced by My obsession to mirror   What is fine in every corner What is filtered through every portal They want to reach me This I know…

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…