07.2022.11
Sharing my soul for the world to s… On a solo ride, mission a la carte… A place to relate, go out on a dat… The dicotomy easy to hate, and I’… Don’t really need much more added…
Waves can come crashing in like a ton of bricks. All my wrongdoings taking back their licks. High walls and swift.
Conformation. Not for Me. Spirit told Me. We were meant to be free. Bird like and of fish in the sea.
Shall I write something articulat… Could it be profound? Read aloud the ring in my voice Carrying just the right needed sou… What happened to my fears
Surround me in all of your greed. Waves already whispered Or in the cards that I read. Eels twinkle in pools of the night… Telling your secrets
Seeing the paths yet my heels dug… Messages received waking and sleep… In her arms– my heart has weeped. And in my darkness– my soul she’d… Woken slumber– new framed eyes.
It’s like a never ending wheel and… More than enough on my plate has b… Writhing inside how many more time… If I jumped off right now would i… Dizzy and can’t seem to stand up s…
Dance with the Divine. The rhymes come all the time. Flooding my mind. Up the ladder I climb. Seeing the signs.
Icicles for nickels. Down where the children play. Grants a wish or a tasty dish. More nickels are coming to stay. Dance on a dime
Been through the darkness - and was not dismayed. Ocean floor My head has laid. Grasping for their power plays
I believe in cool breezes in the m… Gently waking us with the fragrance of the garden s… The birds singing in play. Enjoying the fresh food and bird b…
Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?
Unlocking the messages in the sign… Riddles that still come in rhymes. Slowing the beat of the mind. Gifts a key in just the right time… To decipher the messages just righ…
The intrigue is sexy. Walk with me while we sort it out. Not here for impression. Not here for the clout. Sensing you’ve already met me.
Saving our Souls Shouldn’t that be the goal? yet we’re marching little soldiers doing what we’re told. Meant to be free.