Oh, to be the lightening bolt, Riding on the sea! Oh, to be the determinous volume of sounds reverberating. To be, to be, to be alive! About a melody That is the jive! To groove, To groove, To groove on by! Round the rhythm Of inspiration-- Inspiration divine! Smiles in, Smiles out, Miles and miles--… Continue reading Colorado
Obsession, Over a picture, Of a soul That could lighten the traveler, And teach the code. Of ethics, Of morale, And certainly, of point. To co-create a habitat Silent within noise. Near is the moment that calls from home To cradle the spirit, And love to the bone. To be the power Of electricity That… Continue reading Share Your Shoes
Write a poem, They say, They say, I pick up my pencil, To their dismay, Is she following orders? How out of whack, For this girl to follow rules Would show a sign of contact. Ground control to major Tom, Ground control is having fun. Ground control is into it, Ground control ain't telling shit.
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
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