It is known.
That it's time she get grown.
Weaved all the woes.
From her head.
Down to the toes.

We are done this now.
The collective shifts.
The ebb and flows
The tearing of rifts

Breathe, baby.
Boom right through
Done with wavy.
Finding true to you.

She hurt
More than her share.
Felt burnt.
Clothes torn; left bare.

Rise girl
From ashes and dirt.
The sickening swirl
And deathly flirt.

Died before.
Can never live again.
Washed ashore
More than bargained for, sure.

Body should've worked...
It's no excuse.
Lost in the lurk
And constant misuse

Begging for time
Or something good
Sticking to rhymes
And worrying; brood

I know so many stories that aren't mine,
that won't make sense to anyone? Fine.
I have tales, that can never be told,
by those alive and dead, those so bold.
There's a reason I only try to help
'cause I've heard so many people yelp.
No reason for us to hurt so
more than you? no
Tried to do something great
Got lost in ideations; big mistake
Apparently trauma can make you better
If you don't sit in it and fester

Meet the maker inside
I'm sure you'll find
inside you just as any other
the holy spirit resides

why does a spirited one
have to go ghosting around for others
if she's too invisitble to be seen anyhow
when nobody ex-spectres the un-ex-spectered

she rarely gets invited out either
when she can be so scary and goes boo

most just want to put their ***** in the holy
'cause she's been worn through
but what they don't see is that anyone else
could be just as shiny, too.

Did that so long that she became a ghost in tthe streets, the sheets, and to her too.
So, what else is a poor ghost to do?

Her glory wasn't ever broken.
She doesn't even change
I think it was just efforts
that allowed others to find her page.

Turns out it was 42,
in the choose your own adventure story,
but so many people seem to find that page,
either trite or boring?

Something about more colours
than what an eye can see
and christ-all-eyes'd action
is a consciousness upgrade for humanity.

Sometimes we're more loving at a distance, yet cannot be found. When we wallow in our dirtts of mind, instead of playing with the ground. Many still need to see, a path to their ultimate destiny - maybe then they can stop swearing feel-ty to Lords of woe and tyranny? <3 We'll see

Why were you so scared?
To help the next generation along?
Was your superior before so mean that you can't handle good songs?
Did you know it doesn't hurt?
To give up expectations....
if anything, it releases hope, and burdensome trepidations to see what's good in our Nations

Even when I'm fully clothed,
I stand naked infront of you,
I have never known shame,
Save for when you'd judge me,
I love you with everything I am,
And everything I'll ever be,
Just because you're you,
And I wish you could see.
There's so many ways,
That we can just be.
<3