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the black rose May 2021
its like all words turn to tear drops
in attempt
to introduce shallow to depth.
my excuse is deep sadness,
what's yours?
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since my contributions are unsteady like the grounds i walk,
id rather not give nor take.
the black rose Apr 2021
here's an ode to midnight drains and
dreams suffocated by pointless comparison
amongst rare forms of being.
in a world of misfits,
comparison steals all joy.
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in a world of misfits,
who cares if only 1% can relate to the comprehension of
dark & light,
as whole.
who cares when soul outweighs modern roles
played by vamps,
getting hype while you drain.
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i take hype in doses,
to help me to 'loosen up' at pity parties
where i'd dance if 3D grounds were stable.
but my energy, is it dead?
is it still dying
as i continue to realize my own sense of aliveness?
the black rose May 2021
god
we are all god looking through separate lens.
the black rose Feb 2021
i see promise in the astral realm
to realize truth within the physical.
when normal dreaming becomes bore,
day dream wont let me explore far enough
to go deep enough to unlock words they wont say...
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financial intelligence,
symbolic terms,
number codes
& sound programming.
progressing in alignment,
meeting guidance half way.
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so now,
i take the first step.
if i look right,
i may look left.
who cares what's next?
unless creation turned creator.
wanna be way too involved
over simple catering to one-sided mono-polys.
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polyester in the fields,
no more cotton to be reeled.
no more lovers left alive,
anywhere?
the black rose Feb 2021
like beaches flow into river sides,
you can follow me anytime.
like masculine & feminine join ties
to conquer time
& cover tracks,
mixed up in lines of no shame.
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eternal interplay,
at this stage of the game.
what's waiting for us?
how much time do we have?
is this just for now
or forever?
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use words to empower,
go up hill & seek stillness,
everyday.
its apart of the journey.
the black rose Jan 2021
wether written in a book
or on a wall within your mind palace,
where the god is king
& angels lay at front doors.
where guards come a plenty,
sometimes too many so it come across as shady
to anyone too wavy not to innerstand collective.
yet still overstand connectivity
& longevity
& legacy.
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beyond the excellence of hue,
i see your view.
beyond the level of my make believe,
i stand as true to word & order.
the goddess mother,
the god is mother,
father,
trinity.
3:11 & 12:27 times;
how many bars can hold these rhymes?
guess again...
the black rose Jan 2021
credit is due,
years go by
& through the grace of whatever god takes credit
for my levels of super intelligence,
imagination takes me far to distant worlds.
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charge your chakras & your crystals by the light,
feed your shadows in the darkness of the neigh
drawing near to your sun sign.
& sunshine will forever bring you purity.
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how long is forever?
what tools do you measure?
what jewels do you treasure
in your chest?
near your heart source,
atleast try to keep your heart pure,
atleast the reward is much greater than the process.
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lets try to measure progress by visual appearance,
find yourself in midst of forest,
seeking clarity & clearance
or your presence
or your pretence becomes you.
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or your visuals become you
like your tongue is heavy & hold weight,
like whatever you say must pass through
pop filters,
& your sway is a simple dance to your own beat.
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what level of comprehension?
how might you even see from the outside looking in?
remember,
judgement falls back onto the same soil.
the black rose Jan 2021
does a door have a lock?
are the walls even up
or high enough to comprehend what's beyond?
is anyone up there?
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intertwining,
like healthy attachment;
mind seems empty handed yet still full continually.
who needs love anyway?
what is love anyway?
does love will to ease the tension,
where do words come in question?
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run on sentences paint never ending stories of mine;
where i contemplate lines,
go out of mind,
& far enough in time to keep me vibin' high atleast...
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i keep secrets far enough to keep me center,
i dont keep secrets more than anyone keeps guard.
whatever coin i flip,
im in process of aligning to destiny,
no questions
& if i question then that question is but an idea.
the black rose Jul 2020
journal pages have no desire to debate,
so we relate
& resonate.
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i contemplate before i seal,
i get to 'feel out' how i feel
& set the vibes
that bring reality alive.
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so, like i think before i speak,
i write.
the black rose Jul 2020
"see that's your problem,
you don't know of who your god is.
although, i've seen you with my own eye
face demons & conquer them while blind;
while sacred energies turn you inside-out,
as curses fall from words of mouth
by who claimed worthy of your grace & your submission.
ive seen you pose as weakest link,
then switch position.
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see, there’s no problem now,
i realize who god is."
journals n' **** series - journal entry 7
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