Precision How could I prescribe Such a provision An exact indication Of a precise correlation I couldn’t of planned That’s how Divine Matrix allowed A lifeline of wit Psychically deemed fit Into what now Measures apparent In solstice legit 3.24.15
Tag: Union
Victory Is The Hand Of Death
What else is Life but breath and death? Most live without dying as men breathe without air Jaws of life = hand of Death × If they die, they get to keep it 6.7.14
Like You Have A Nervous Insane Person Waiting In The Dimensional Realms
I have a new memory, nobody can take it Fiends from another realm it’s laced with I can taste them All sum-worthy and tale full They let me lose sleep to gain a peek First class elite is my reflection of them 5.7.14
Knocking On My Conscious Clear
A neighbor, almost rival who lost a son, I needed to be easy on. She wanted in, I held her back, firm stance, strong attack. She said, look I’m only the messenger. We come to shed way. I am concerned, others dim or lay themselves on antique shelves to stay preserved in a kind of…
Extreme Suicide Plan
I want you to meet your dead self as Higher Self 1.4.15
Don’t Forget About Yourself
We have to be our own lock room The rest is based on clean surfaces Let’s not remove ourselves from where we once were 3.3.15
I Write Legos In The Sky
I write Legos in the Sky stacking colors high by high out of the cosmic space literature I write numbers on a wheel that blend to rainbow for appeal lifting zeal as the colors inside truly devour a grounded meditation shapeshifting into placement central lingo engagement still waters placid as it’s alway neutral for the…
The Cocoon Is A Dirt Cave, It Is A Throne In The Sky
Testing ideas because I’m a monthly advocate of the moon waning on me. An etiquette of charm and delicacy. This has been my ritual, this has been my routine. Sentence screwing magnolia to strange possibility. I’m opening up a new system, they wake before I do… I don’t want something that’s that pretty, the throne…
My Sun-Mate Sojourns
I hold stake in a dream state Knowing I’m a vision altered state I am dust in the wind I am dust not this skin I co-commune with orbs and kin I’m a vessel skeptical with much within I am un-weighted in these chains of gravity I will seek in forms of velocity Ever forgoing…
Canon Music Mystic
small hearing is good to find & good hearing is small to find ~ listen to your ear bells & fresh rewind, tune divine, fast forward through time ~ a canon music mystic seers aligned, hears divine, fears no rhyme ~ the music station within sings in chimes, rings divine, tantalizing a lucid crime ~ criminal minds of the freest kind, at one with all associated charges…
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