Who We Are in Truth
We carry the burden of our past, colored filters in aftermath of change, and how we see the world, tainted
Read moreWe carry the burden of our past, colored filters in aftermath of change, and how we see the world, tainted
Read moreFacing the swell…. I ride the wave of my proclivity, my understanding the sculptor, the vision of my limits in
Read moreAn aperitif this touch, this afferent singeing of my soul, burning desire rising like molten sighs, and the entree an
Read moreYou think I do not want a simpleton’s way Father chose me to
Read moreNo burden is heavy when accepted with joy, yet we so malign our burdens until they are swollen with our
Read moreI ask you can you be real, is what I see a veil to be ventured, to be slowly dismantled
Read moreMy one true refuge… Were it not for the refuge of inner reprieve, I would not know myself as well,
Read moreFaster so it seems, that slit of a half-opened eye, aware of the life slipping by, and whether blissful ignorance
Read moreIs it not freedom, that keeps us invested in our country, our culture and way of life, is it not
Read moreLife flows like a gentle breeze, honeysuckle tinged, in centripetal joy, and each aspect a facet of diamond light, set
Read moreHere upon a sun filled ledge, my legs dangling over the abyss, horizon so far yet as crystal as the
Read moreWhiners …my affliction Whiners… They speak in tongues, wagging resentment and disdain, arms flailing, nostrils flared, eyes like cold black
Read moreProfound: the purpose, the source, the destination Falling, like a penny dropped from a tower high in heaven’s realm, the
Read moreMusic is my wings, my emotions in flight-ed joy, and no matter how deeply despaired, that creative purity and eloquence
Read moreI breath, I suck the life from the atmosphere, and eat both plant and animal, life devoured by life, to
Read moreFreedom Beckons, Past Taints Freedom beckons even the most untroubled heart, for tis freedom within that is expressed outwardly, but
Read moreLight dictates … Attune to light, as its very nature to shed truth upon life is without degree, an enlightening
Read moreDeath to Oppression … Resistant
Read moreIn loving arms of eternity …
Read moreI cannot avert my vision I keep stealing glance across the room This man, struggling and broken His pain telegraphed
Read moreThe chill of a hesitant sun rising, Dawn just
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