I love to love you even when it seems dismissive, the pain that sub-consciencely in your mind body and spirit is submissive...

To aid in the upbringing of seeds that has yet to be sowed, though the ground lay waste to hatred, the water seems bitter and cold...

I can't believe sometimes the decisions made and the actions that paved the road to the present...

The land of hips and honey dips temptation curves my epervessence...

The gluttonous libations that subdued my passions of inward truth and mind clearance

My inner savage wants to lay waste to the feminine landscape that ravages my eyes curved with pornographic images and lustful beings that spews the very wants and desires that only sheep venture beyond green pastures to search for...though the Shepard always makes haste

I AM the sheep that is ruled by the Godful staff yet the Shepard is a mystery to my being...

Why can't I escape this trap and lay traps to catch what is in my mind to devour the divine...which is my inner seeing?

Yearning for a solution though my blood is infused with the generational thorn that grew from the concrete that pines for attention...

I only hope and pray my soul cannot be the host of these atrocities of this century riddled with alternative facts and vanity...

If this world were my infant then I am the reason it grows into the abyss of regretfulness...

Yet the flowed of a Rose grew without waste, a beautiful mess...

Can I salvage what was once happiness and dreams of harvesting a bountiful plenty, well I guess time, that water, and minds will make her divinity.

A reflection is merely the unspoken empathy that screams save....me