the monstrosities of glass, concrete and steel, i spy an infinite expanse of Mediterranean blue sky, transporting me to a spiritual high. way up there, a self absorbed lonely eagle soars in ecstasy, untouched by the noise and suffering going on down here. © 2022
here, or am I in your tidal stars of my eyes, seeing your light in the little skies joining leaves, they are not far, rather, they shine near as my own, the cells of one cosmic glow, a drop of rain falls from the heavens and I catch upon it my delicate finger, the dew cascades, I close my eyes and feel the ocean in my hands, in silver scales, I dive, in colors of blue, golden and green, I will forever dream.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the taste of hell makes us appreciate a life in heavens:)<<<33333
now the moral I view me blind eyes open wide for the destined sea heartbreak from a nonexistent lover or them harmonize would never fail a cruel existence never restore I fantasize gave the blood I lean blame to bleed gave the ache I feel shame to plead called the begs of the braided sirens called the legs of the shaded horizons knew the death of me anticipated on hope just from that **** embraced on October eloped sure getting rid of the brown brushed one face what I regret is the hell of before brutally fazed ------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just take a moment and appreciate the long journey that you've survived-it's the glory of a lifetime you can't sell nor buy;>
look how far have you gone childish plays and dolls now all defined a woman grown stars you wished upon did not shoot the shot you scored yet gave you a lot than wisdom of twinkles and more even better for a future of a strong self and bold all those lonely nights in the lousy storms turned out to be embraced by your daemons to a joyous old soul one of a kind with struggles that no one knows to cherish to hold ought for you to breathe and live and carry and mold on your own blossomed and snowed through summer bosoms and winters and highs and lows through hells and heavens and sweet merciless hollows anticipate in you a tomorrow of fruitful stores things to save up for the upcoming open doors --------ravenfeels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, leaving a chapter in your life behind is hard:\
aiming for the wants in avoiding the open door that hasn't come nor to a closure nor to a snore the abandoning makes my caged up daemons free in a temptation a soured up cheese rottened to the core in no sensation left for once for me to hate me an ever blinded by the selfish pride-that stubborn is dying never an await will not heal will not become a miracle don't desire the heavens when the hells are your lyrical -------ravenfeels
Chika the angel in the distant clouds.
Treads slowly along the utopic path. With eternity's splendour in your grip, you were awoken by melodious sounds, played by celestials who guided your trip. You fled divinity's eternal wrath, to dwell in realms of laughter infinite. Those on earth have said a final goodnight, desiring someday to share in this bliss, when we like you will earn the Saviour's kiss.
In loving memory of Chika Anibueze, who died in the United States of Covid 19
no magical incantation
but wordless agony silence: bitter and disconsolate thunderously piercing in all heavens and hell; angels cry stopping their ears quaking in terror on their knees unbearably compelled beseeching all powers to heed— else heavens and earth destroyed!
I know i chose the right path
I've seen all the possible outcomes My sight seized by the hawk My aim is the aftermath Laying on the highest rock The teachings of wisdom will last Dripping from the skies Protected by all the curious cries Onto the souls seeking the holistic prize And guidance From the divine creatures in the Heavens Transmitted to give hope and validate your merit Until you accept you are a god and live by it