(GuardNo.1)
27.2023.04
Don’t really want to write when I… Or do I? Temper short – should be mission a… Dark waves to consume me but it’s… Finding some balance, get some shi…
You could say I’m living my own p… All the secrets to keep– this is t… The way that I feel is near close… And on my soul, I fear it’s left… The joys here most times can’t see…
Saturn has always been the light b… Venus is the flame The Sun is where you wake up The Moon to know your name Mercury will tell you
I’ve always wondered how people co… All it’s ever shown me is pain. How can people be completely destr… They still hold out hope for the o… As did the last.
Maybe I’m worried my words will r… So many I see– falling into the d… Is it caused by getting to a place… Will I ever find out? Keeping it all in– I’ll never kno…
It’s almost as if by design. Obliviously walking the line. Am I the only One seeing the sign… Revelations to blow the mind. The Ocean is tired of our ways.
Made up my mind Heart’s invested. We’ve been this. Seeing the signs Gifts of Hestia.
The self control it takes To not destroy this place. Tell karma to her face The world has filled me with hate. Call it destiny or fate.
Face in the dirt once again. As life peels back the layers of m… Secrets that hide deep within. Relative to those I call kin. Wounds to the core that run deep.
Back in the day we’d have our little cults. Fascist movements feeding to our faults. Now what if we turn
What’s it like Walking in those shoes. Heavy the head wearing the crown Let’s sing the blues.
And then when it happens You won’t be ready. Like a deer in headlights Stuck in awe, the beauty of a brig… Surrounded by the fears– you’ve be…
Sick of the box you’ve been locked… Feeling like a puppet A stiff pre-positioned manequin. The world moves around as you look on with your stuck eye…
I am looking for someone that is l… How will I know them, if they don… Or do they know me? as everyone seems to.. Is it me that cannot see?
So easy to believe in another. Difficult when it comes to me. Foresighted gift of the Mother. A treasure entrusted to see. Past times tell us how we were.