A spur of the moment your thoughts Fly high spirit- within The half- Angel Wings of a falcon Whole family rooftop beacon Spirit of darkness pulling you through But you had enough what else can you do? The inner light afternoon hiking strong sun
Heart- jump the darkness knight Turn of the wing lovers- flight Waves form a word to far__ out- of- sight Bright karma spiritual meditation Magical forefinger western saloon Are we doomed gunslingers Spiritual voice awakening
Sun full force The sun of his face So penetrating/ everlasting Spirit foretelling minds/ crashing Foretelling a tale news/ flashing Breathe in all the goodness to inhale God-like prophetic exhale
Born free feral wild
Certain events foreseen Spirit touch us all as a child* Spirit foretelling Eloquent of a real man lives us To his duty
Time is unruly Middle name Joy Meaning Something like you Do you feel its still you Spirit change inside you Starting to heal feet its S h a k y
Holding the pen Where are your hands maturing What then? Exquisite gardens Open and play Japanese Zen A beauty to stay Spiritual star foretelling Love- Every Day
Spiritual world angel wing heart that jumps inner-light what we see I would love to see a sign someone's loved ones words stay happy who you are
Its terrifying here The kind of cold that makes your bones ache Is this hell? Is this some kind of agony? Am I still drowning? They say that drowning is horrible if you hold your breath But if you give up and inhale the water You get some kind of relief Your brain is starved of oxygen Your lungs fill to full capacity Why does it feel so tempting? The salt water stings your eyes There's nothing left to hope for Nothing left to breathe You can pray to god Or you can curse him for a remedy But you still drown And your body sinks There's no fighting it You are drowning Just as you've always been
i wrote this while stuck in school during sol testing. there were maybe 30 people in the whole school. It was quiet and lonely at lunch and for a while it rained. it was a beautiful melancholy experience.
I inhale forgiveness. And exhale all my vengeance. Like taking a word from my right ear, And throwing it out from the other It hurts to say this: Saying "Marhaba" to misfortune with warm hugs Know why I do this? I wait for serendipity To surprise me with a confetti of lilies. I'll fly with each petal... But, Why do I forget that there's always a purpose behind an accident?