Haunted by poems no longer alone Source valve stuck on wish this song favorite birds never leave best friends found in trees I seed love between lines numbers left there by design why then so much struggle friction's sickle lonely sorrow leave nothing left 2 learn find peace in present yet always yearn 4 even more beauty expect chores on shoulders we are ones to create order what All Will we will align time with Divine Mind catch Thy Drift sail through time.
Oh what the hell wear a chastity belt call it perverted call it reversed taken extreme maybe the worst way 2 cure no love dis-ease
not so kind initiation slap in the face mental patient coo coo and cockeyed it's rough so many damn months alone in the buff
self love tantra kind of a bore not really working more of a chore does this fiery passion ever dry up did I really book this layover sure is long enough
please pardon my complaints when the love dam finally breaks All - bets are off glorious heaven awaits.
Hard hearted women damn near a sin trying 2 love them pity pity men karma sees no friend in the end God send beautiful bullshit storm designed 4 needy souls please guide me out from under forsaken by my own making this way surly gets old.
It's fine to be angry angels just don't burn the place down best leave that to God.
The friction of fiction finally facilitates focus on finding reality rather than floating in fantasy.
Nonsense narrative fuels consent 2 get bent so focus on creating what comes next instead of bending over nonsense.
Wolves exist in the forest preying on lost souls who can't see predators from the trees free spirits know the only way Home is 2 pray 2 be shown the way.
while I was sad to see that most of your park was closed after dark I couldn't help but fall for your unique chic wilderness
lacking any bit of signage I got lost for mileage until a limpy dog announced with one single bark hey dummy stop trying so hard to date a park
not being one to stay in his lane my hubris has been known to cause pain but I'm working on this in therapy please believe me
now if I ever get the chance to return with the agreement lessons I have learned expect a different kind of man a different type of explorer completely
for what I have learned so studiously about love is that it burns in my heart like a flame never ever to be contained only needing to be shared with every creature without care
you see this great fire will burn alone until another finally decides to burn with me.
dear keepers of the inverted world as your titanic ship slowly sinks
I accept and acknowledge your bravery trained so well for underworld slavery you fight for the hand that beats you not seeing that your family line has been beaten from the beginning of inverted world time
a black magic ritual you put on masks to acknowledge your porthole prison cell
all is well in the end as we make our way back to where we began
blessed be those who take the long way home
round and round a pit of suffering this wheel generates power for deceivers we swallow the storied bait; hook, line and sinker
I bear witness to 4 crumbling pillars of society: false history corrupt science profit driven medicine blackmailed politicians all lying open plain to see for anyone choosing to be free
our choice crystal clear; fear, dependency and division or love, responsibility and united vision
Heard your heart beating.
A tap on the window…let me in…let me in
bad directions brought you
here.
You want my body to burn? Burn it
You want bones to break? Break them
Take it all out on me.
Then be free.
For awhile
Until another triggers your belief.
Summon the witch mob if you like, but remember I bite.
Day Gun
