My love be it in flames,
drives me steadfast as I take it by the reigns,
my love is like no other,

find me near the river,
find me near the Brooke,
find me near a creek,

I shall always be the same
this untamed and undying love

All that is will be,
This life was never meant for me,
I took my miscarriage son's place,
in this great spiritual race,

what could he have been?
wise, judicious or saintly?
but no I took his place,
being down here is miserly and leaves a bad taste.

Does none of us ever ask what is left for me?
when time is so boundless and set itself free,
pray for all that is,
that we may not take the place of one another.

but be true to ourselves,
and love one another.

" at the height of madness there always lies some viable truth."

she was once an inspiration and an admiration,
but she slipped and went low,
her life was once but a dream,
but went low.

she dresses well and elegant,
but inside she is an uncollected mess,
she not just sad but very depressed.

she's not the empress from tarot,
nor is she an oracle deck,
she's high and low.

don't judge but learn from her mistakes,
you can once be high then go so low.

The unconscious stream of words,
a loquacious man yet he's so insecure.
always has so much time to talk in the day.

he can never be here for you nor can he stay,
he is detached  by nature, but can charm any woman away,
don't be fooled by his confidence.

it's the unconscious stream of words.