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the black rose Mar 2020
wonderland,
where i reside and confide in all existence;
there are many different shapes,
so many sizes
and depictions
of true friendship.
the grass is green,
in fact there's no other way.
we're frolicking in flowers,
drenched in sunlight by day.
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and as the moon sends love,
so fluorescent.
i stand in constant gratitude for
my connections and ties,
who roam oceans
and skies
and all beyond
and all between...
my friends can be yours <3
the black rose Mar 2020
take me back to the space where i could 'poet' to infinity,
not scrambling for the most complex
or most context;
so i can express gratitude toward my innocence,
ask that version of me to stay naive
and to stay without question,
resting sure that all is as it must be.
the black rose Mar 2020
something about walls closing in
as motion keeps us closely connected.
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something about utilizing my energy
in ways that serve my entity
then choosing a whole new direction.
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something about the wander
leaves me searching after souls to save
with a constant trade in madness
and true sense of adventure!
the black rose Mar 2020
i have so many words at my own careless display,
so many means to express
and so many questions.
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i have ends loose that crave connection,
ends cut that want so badly to be ******* again.
i have bruises on my knees,
cuts at my wrists
and demons still begging for another taste of righteousness
at its peak...
so fine,
so sweet.
the black rose Mar 2020
softness from my womb,
radiate throughout my being
and as abundant energy,
i rise,
kundalini.
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who knew as wander left to linger
a bit too long,
a certain purpose would find me urgent and in need of searching.
a sudden need to be felt has reached peak,
ive reached ends at wit
so i leak
and i wreak a stench of
mystery.
come find me.
the black rose Mar 2020
take a look
at what man has done to earth.
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the natural order and flow in disrupt,
as false riches now wither and rot.
fear not.
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do everything in reverse,
return as old and wise
then leave as soft,
empty
and innocent as child.
the black rose Mar 2020
im not hiding truth,
im guiding you.
not tryna' rule,
just guiding like a guardian should.
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we came here gods on guard
with bodies physically formed
like spaceships
from spaces
so filled with powers so holy.
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with abilities vast & expansive,
sacred energy,
its tantric.
channel all through
soul, spirit, mind then body.
the black rose Mar 2020
but i crave connection...
unlike the mediocre 'claim to love' that has disguised itself well as what it can never be.
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& i wont settle.
the black rose Mar 2020
its a virus,
don't leave your house.
shut-in with phones
as word of mouth.
don't let them troll you,
don't let them boys control you.
they don't own you,
stop thinking,
they dont know you.
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they don't know it takes awhile to be still,
to find form,
to find prose
and a comfort within yogic.
they'll come.
they always come.
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they come in form of what you fear,
to distract you.
the lights are gleaming,
beaming red
and oh,
they flash too.
sending signals "just to warn you"
or some micro-waves to warm you...
the black rose Mar 2020
i won't trust anyone,
i won't see anyone,
i don't need anyone,
i wont be anyone.
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always expressing self-expression
in every left & right direction
with no fear
and no care,
no not here.
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not here in this space where i challenge claims to be worthy,
i keep it clean, green & earthy
and let glory reveal glory
so keep it moving and take the fake **** elsewhere.
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no fake **** here,
no not here
where we happy and in love.
growing,
elevating,
we so happy,
we above
with the light
up, up away
we taking flight.
we light beings
like being on the planet with the might,
oh brilliant sol come to radiate my soul.
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