Tag: Poetry
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She Is My Soul.

She is my soul touching bodies in the shifting of paradigms astral planes flying the heights deep clarifying breathes a meditative presence of the AUM in your core I see the amber shine in your iris beckoning with the fire future forecasts be coming for you peace in mind the taste of free dominance free …
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I am that vile

I am that vile whore my numbers are more than your numbers because that is the way that we quantify experience. Can you forgive me? Is that even a necessary question? I’m on a quest these days bobbing my head double entendre I am on fire in the way that my black book is burning…
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When I Die Paint Me In Amethyst.

When I die paint me in amethyst, bury me with writings twirling into flowers. Petal songs and memories from the future, even now I am dreaming of be(com)ing an elevated ancestor. I do not want for those of after to be effected by any negativities from my self or others that I have the power to…

