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No one can put a number on my love- Though many have tried. No diamond rings or shiny things, Could ever change my views, Of how I feel and what I think and How I dream of you. Seasons change; cold wind and rain- Flowers wilt and die. Spring again, I blossom then; And you are by my side. Always you speak to me, So elegant and true. Always captivate me with your soul- Radiating indigo hues.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
7:18 A.M.-
At the Indigo getting into it with an Indigo, in Tulsa or at least en route after one more round in LA, stuntin’ in The Land of Abundance all real no frontin’, can get anything I want except getaway, and this all feels totally cliche, spending time but got no time to waste, already at redline trying not to flatline, catching up to made up deadlines and keeping pace, trying to lose the stress without losing my mind, trying to win the hearts and convince the minds, trying to do everything without having to try, only do and do not do you like you buy, welcome to America, consumerism on steroids, where we empty our pockets to fill up our closets, empty hearts with souls for sale anything to fill the void, everything that was ever made sacred was destroyed, now we’ve got black artists on the radio making white noise, where are our idols how are we supposed to look up to anyone, but sometimes I feel like there’s no escape and I have no choice, so I buy in in order to not be left out, get the girl get the clothes get the hotel room, but really I don’t feel like any of this is mine, plus I’ve got a place to be so I should go soon, so long farewell, I bid you my Love good day, but before I go let’s go one more round, for Old Time’s sake before I make my escape out of LA, at the Indigo getting into it with an Indigo, in Tulsa or at least en route after one more round in LA, stuntin’ in The Land of Abundance all real no frontin’, can get anything I want except getaway… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
∆ One Last Round ∆
At the Indigo getting into it with an Indigo, in Tulsa or at least en route after one more round in LA, stuntin’ in The Land of Abundance all real no frontin’, can get anything I want except getaway, and this all feels totally cliche, spending time but got no time to waste, already at redline trying not to flatline, catching up to made up deadlines and keeping pace, trying to lose the stress without losing my mind, trying to win the hearts and convince the minds, trying to do everything without having to try, only do and do not do you like you buy, welcome to America, consumerism on steroids, where we empty our pockets to fill up our closets, empty hearts with souls for sale anything to fill the void, everything that was ever made sacred was destroyed, now we’ve got black artists on the radio making white noise, where are our idols how are we supposed to look up to anyone, but sometimes I feel like there’s no escape and I have no choice, so I buy in in order to not be left out, get the girl get the clothes get the hotel room, but really I don’t feel like any of this is mine, plus I’ve got a place to be so I should go soon, so long farewell, I bid you my Love good day, but before I go let’s go one more round, for Old Time’s sake before I make my escape out of LA, at the Indigo getting into it with an Indigo, in Tulsa or at least en route after one more round in LA, stuntin’ in The Land of Abundance all real no frontin’, can get anything I want except getaway… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Indigo child Hair flowin wild I ask you to stay And you disappear awhile. Indigo lover I don’t want to smother I’ll stay away, My heart breaks undercover. Indigo go I go solo For a man who doesn’t want me Frisky; I glow *** Indigo mild Your words are filed In my head as I please. Will I cross denial? Indigo other From another mother. You make it hard to say Do I love you only as a brother? Indiglo bo Loves me more, tho. He loves to eat And the love game is a low blow.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
11:11-
I've been on this journey for far too long. My vim and vigour long since gone. So many trials conquered, so many tests, yet my soul only craves for one final rest. A world so familiar to a soul so old, A world full of wonders, a world full of woes. I dance the twisted dance that many called life, A dance of joy, yet also a dance of strife. I've danced the steps many, many times; This world seems nothing new to me. Yet I write these words with shifting rhymes, asking when the end of said dance could be. My body is young, but my soul is old; weariness weighs down my fresh bones, As I write down the story that is being told, Wondering when I can go home.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
Tired
We are the Hopeful Romantics, the Indigo Children, the Wild Lovers with Untamed Souls, the Colorfully Raging Light, against the Monotoned Emotionless Masses. We, Are, Unconditional Love. ∆
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
Indigo Children
Oh, sweet child of the light, Your wisdom shines on through The hum of a million Ohms, Coursing through your fibers Bouncing through the universe like Shooting stars, they collide. Power and beauty you behold, Beams of light surround you No constraints on your will But will they medicate you into submission? Or shall you meditate for awhile? What is your mission? Oh, sweet child of the light, You’ve been here before I can see forever in your eyes. 1/14/2016
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Indigo Soul