To open up,And listen to points, That pull on my heart strings, in lessons of choice, To see the teacher in every smile, To know I am the only one feeding on self-breed denial, To realize I'm capsizing the boat in me, I start over, So, I will only write sweetly
There is a tale, About a King, Who made a castle, To fulfill His Queen. There is a tale, That starts like this... In the beginning, She was scared of kids
Soundly...I watch myself pace around. I teach myself peace through moments profound, It took me a few moments of locating clouds, To realize the shadow is truly my light bound, To the context of script in hand, Do the obvious, Rationale without plan. When I land over the moon, in ecstatic joy, I release the… Continue reading Sweet Love
There is no such thing as love, It's in-fact just a joke Made to stir up humans From false gods who provoke, From the past tense of sincerity, I learn to breathe Whilst also suffocating-- On the boundary of a life, I coasted on through, I learnt that I was useless Because, not real, was… Continue reading Hatefully Dead
It doesn't matter. I am a bug, And it doesn't matter. I am a word That nothing flatters. No one cares for me, Yet, I care for them. I am trapped in a maze, Controlled by a man.
The gift of a God Or the bud born to Rose From the ashes Of Herself Together, She chose; To be of Love, To be open to Source, To hug her companion On this Saturday course. When life loops in rhythm The Sour joins The Sweet, To convene in attraction And walk over to Her… Continue reading The Sun Greets The Moon
Paranoia doesn't even begin to cover it, but Pronoia is closer than a universe willing to fight against fate. To be peaceful in transaction of energy is more whole & round than creating a truthful conspiracy. To be filled with woes wouldst not be me, To be radiant with colors would be much more grounding.… Continue reading 555
In Gratefulness, I thankfully believe--- that all is now, manifesting--- & from your soul, I discovered Thy Self in me, & I took to heart the Art of living... When I take a Breath, I, now, recede------ to the initial barriers that determined the farm from the country. To be of fruit that grows from… Continue reading Grand of Father Reign/Rain: I.
The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul. Once open to arriving, I had no need to visualize a door. For, like the butter, I could not believe that I was the Homeowner and also, the Key. Oh! How foolish it would be! To be matter of fact! To be like a deck… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. V
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