Tell me how good does this get to be born unburdened by the hand of another's gift

Tell me in language sublime of the scented wood in a forrested bliss of an ancient rhyme

Hear my prayer in a hallowed tongue flowing from the sacred river's babbling brook of thy kingdoms come

Listen closely and let them go, let them leave the maker's sign so they may find the hidden treasure that once was mine

Then from your glory, do not dispose the higher knowing that pour us forth eternally that we may grow in brotherhood, a timeless creed, a sisterhood of holy seed and greater good

Well intact, well ingrained, well to do forever fallen upon our promise of Shangri~la's eternal reign

We are One
One in the same
Spoken from the mouth of that which has no Name.

If I let you take me, never give me back.

She made her home in a hundred different people-
Inside the desert of her heart
A brawl of sorts
It didn't much matter the type
Just as long as they were living
Perhaps to capture even the tiniest of thread-
Of what it felt like to encompass the sensation
Of the lines that our nerves dance along in the presence of a warm touch

Only-
As the heightened flight began to ******* in gravity
She was left in hunger-
A vulture
Devouring the living
Only to continue walking beside them


(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro