do you constantly feel like you're a time traveller ?
going beyond past the time and realms where no one else know
see things that no ordinary man sees
dimensions that are only visible to your own eyes
getting trapped in cosmic battles trying to fix the unforeseen and unknown
the loops of wanting to serve humanity yet no one really gets it
hold that power,stand firm,you're rare ; Angel
you're invincible ,alive and wide awake yet invisible to an ordinary eye
use your gift even when it goes unnoticed or realized
we don't need the spotlight ,we're to serve and kindle broken-hearted people
give hope to the hopeless,and answers to the seekers
vibrating on a higher power is a curse and a blessing;
constantly seeking to adhere to the latter
understanding I'm just different and can't save everyone
the beautiful world inside that's governed by eternal peace
harmonious quiet moments that are intriguing
i only wish if i could come with the world inside to this awakening
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC
the ghost in my eyes,
takes the shape of the sight.
too emotional, my heart pleads.
before this time, who could
Make Me alter my thoughts.
Genius, only knows my stories.
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 4:05 PM UTC
Man captures more of the unpredictable mission
Vision convicted up midst in plightful souls
Call's attempt had been brought down for your repent
Cast out the odd and old, ring in the new
Few had got the work that's been left for us
Refuse in your days of age to become bad memory
Carry on still with the life as that of a Shepherd
Shedd; it was on many occasions we were with him
Shame, leaving out the poor wife, and a little boy an orphan
Brighton kicked the bucket on nineteen, his family was strained
Dead with perceptional talents, Perfect was so perfect
Mate the same happened to you, dying so young
Among us, who's to pass on next, we'll never know it
Late it may come; everyone shall pass the sorrowful sow
All we only have is the life based on sentimental
Judgemental will reveal at last, prevailing the lust
Fast moving is the time that we have, just imagine this
This is the preparational period for the lasting ever
Favor it is, and blissful it is to put much hope in death
Faith without pure actions is wasted effort
Content is there, show mighty in lightful practices
Tears eventually tickle down with folded grief to seize pain
Plain truth; we cry for meeting you up, not that you're gone,
Wrong impressions lifted up by bad decisions
Days were thrown, and all i could, i wrote
Fought vigorously in harshness, life's phases
Pass it on, Peter reach petter, and failed to make it with you
Blue skies were my clues to find hue
Glue it onto your mind, not to err
Everson was ever the son of the Legendary Ronald
Lloyd was with eager to see Arnold succeed
Indeed Sophia the old lady was so sophisticated
Educated were all the people who passed through school and church
Teach about the collection books' looks
Crookes were from my time an usual fate
What later happened to Marvin the bride's groom
From their boom, had they found genius in expectance
Existence was it ever with the presidents and prophets
Folks in foreign lands, did they ever came back home
Game of making it is it still with my fellow Owen
Men across the river are they making any progress
Seriously bad, the last time I checked Romario was a chain smoker
Tracker on the invisible prints that’s were reality resides
Ravis; did he made it out with all the hope
Pope Francis after Benedict had he managed to change the world
Mildly I’ve hope that you buried me swiftly in the sand
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
What in the world would you settle yourself down and start imagining about?
Whatever that is, or would be; you only come down to common ground with the mother nature. Imagination is no dreaming.
And never sleep walking. To see visible movements in life; talk the talk and walk the talk.
Natural symbols are no evil. Only when we push to it, to making them gods, that becomes a doom in a way.
Well, miraculously we all have symbols and we just don’t dare to go beyond our bonds and see what really lies within us and that we represent within us.
Animal symbolism is a powerful aspect of connecting with nature. A quite number of people may say for them it’s a lion they connect with,
because of their rule-less, overrule and anger perhaps, or anything they relate to. We realize a lot in common with us to the nature, the moment we seek symbolism in nature.
Vulnerably, butterflies have a powerful transition, which I see a connection with transparency to every thought I mold and inevitable fates. It may be a tiny creature; when we undergo a phase to see how much energy butterflies expends,
we’d really get a vivid light and lean on how nature operates and clearly understand why it never goes wrong.
Interestingly, in so many cultures, the butterfly is associated with the soul.
And it also symbolizes time and growth that links animal symbolism to faith with the butterfly.
Despite the short life of the butterfly it continually reminds us of an endless passionate bond together with the other.
Even hopelessly in love we find expression and seek trust to have growth.
Throughout the life stage, in my opinion, I think there’s a lot I can relate to and you may also find similar existing ideals that lie in the elegance. That lies in imagination, that lies in us and the connection we have with nature.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Before you hit the mice,roll the dice
Flip the coin,before paying the prize
Bestow and settle down ,billow flames
Steal the tone once you get on a topple
In depth pond of the sea,
Papers flying,money floating,
Scammers smashing,bloody feathers
easing conspiracies
Factually,actually rhythm melodies my other sense
Sediments ordinal ,incredible resembles the partible
Biblical parables they ain't invisible
From the temples whose ignorance is their mentor
This mind is an instrumental,
Typical,you ain't safe with the smart eye phones
Ask James Comey 'Jimmy' who runs the world
National insecurity be the agents of the hackers
Now,findings and your government funding the scammish
In the dark night ,UFOs tramble
When the authorities temple ,
Soon they'll be gone in a wide tide
Down the blazing lake with the beast.
When the saints say Amen!
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
He made it with the best,
Disappeared to the far west.
He came as if crazy,so it's understood,
Taught finest of fine he could.
Thinking was power for mind to think.
Positively encourages not to drink.
So to speak;either read,
Or mourn,he is dead.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
The lovely kids comforted me and never promised to pour rains on my key's day.
The kindness with calmness hinders sometimes.
The act was plain ,that l saw it coming.
There was no way for me to set out the fire,since l was still cooking.
The seasons spoke for me that all was going to be well.
Then l couldn't take hid in total silence.
I tried,surely I tried and all was wasted efforts.
Since the breeze of the country was no more,
The bubbles with the spirit gave me boost.
They took me no way but to a mere finish line.
Would this karma say we won the race now?
Just a thing of the past left behind.
Who would have the zeal to remember those lies now?
Just call them memories then.
We was riding so fast,February fourth jumped us out the emergency exit.
Yet this is another crush landing.
I've grown neither to cry nor say why.
I'd blame not August sixteenth for not signalling a may day.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
All hail king
The boy was keen once to be a man
As usual ,the other being part unleashes
Gratitude pours down
And wishes unveils the other mere world
Buckets full, in the little ones' strengths
Gave me a smoothly outdoor shower
As good as it sounds,
They cheered and chanted ,for the winds washed off the tremor
And I crossed my fingers that this day be the last when my ***** felt breathless
I laid on the toil enduring my own sweet gift
Then the sun took refuge in the horizon and all the cookies came down to me ,from Quest
Then l called it a day.
All hail king
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
We're all here to have an artificial fun,
As the sun's raises hides the natural from our reach.
Shake it off before it eats your mind.
If it wasn't for reason or better our future would be history.
We might live a life of an unanswered question,
But we'll dig a clue either it simply flays to us or continues distancing far away .
We're redirected by our successes if not failures,life isn't myth after all.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
I don't know what I want in this world.
I don't know what is worthwhile on this Earth that can make me smile.
It keeps spinning
And I keep turning over in my mind -
Does mankind even know what it wants?
Are we in love or just bored?
Filling up time before we're buried,
Chasing our tails and tales of how to live.
Tired of this town - strive to leave before it gets you down.
And when you leave you'll take the town with you and start again.
So the Earth keeps spinning.
And I stop smiling at what we think is worthwhile.
Because I don't know, maybe,
I don't want this world.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC