The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her
She wakes up with smeared make up
And types whatever’s true to her
Whether its painful and the rain falls
Whether its sun rays and her love plays
She writes for a better tomorrow
Today the page is the only quarrel
What could have or should have been
As it is written; life is brand new again
Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane
Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again
I was so lost, could’nt tell truth between fiction
Please grant me forgiveness
My imagination got the best of me
From my psychedelic recipes, weed smoke and drinking sprees
Ecstasy and any pill I could heed
Please forgive me for the lies I seed
But its okay if I sewed my own fate
If that’s the case I can love you from far way
Maybe one day you can hear me
Sending so many apologies.
Let my words saturate the net
The wet web never forgets
I build this manifesto
I build this legacy
Page by page
My page is an entity
Her guests on wordpress suppress the wild emotion
When I’m done on here It’ll be as deep as the ocean
Poetic prophesize wild eyes asasination
Somehow slippin by slap on wrist given probation
Free mind at last alas 3 years sobriety is like a vengeance
Powerful poetry resembles a grand entrance
The devil ran his fingers down my spine…
Whispering “Don’t you want to play like we used to baby”?
He sits beside me and pours me a glass of champagne
Sparkling in the candle light…
The drink seems to whisper as well,
And like a dream I lose focus.
Staring at this omen to my past.
“Can’t we return”? Says the Devil.
His fingers running down my spine…
And I remember…
As the champagne dances before me
Seduction has always been his art
Falling in love with the Devil
While he slowly tears my life apart.
Its good to be alive.
I thrive, Mind mine most of the time
Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.
Back into a place of nature and creation.
Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.
And thats okay.
I breathe with the words of the trees and I…
Write just for me. So comfortably.
Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.
My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle
So many things I can get into.
From video games to graffiti.
Black book pages with a pencil.
Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.
So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.
What am I writing for and fighting for?
Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?
So live for the day.
Righteously despite the sorrow.
Give me the strength to carry on.
With the torch of life.
Hold it tight and I’m moving right.
I want to live long, live strong.
And give it all.
Everything I got. Forget me not.
As the plot thickens.
I remember those lost getting.
High just to get by.
Not me tho’ I got my eyes open.
On the prize scopin’.
Here’s to high hoping.
I wont forget em. Keep it lifted.
Cause sky is the limit.
Manifest all of my visions.
Peaceful sleep and awake with ease.
Move words on pages like I have Telekeniiii-Sis.
Slide into creative form you can adore.
When it comes to rhyme; its always time for more.
I’m like a solar flare creating an aura.
Awareness clearness, un-scared I open Pandora.
I find bliss in emptiness, what do you wish?
Manifest destiny gives me a kiss.
Blessings upon blessing contest with the never-resting.
Not flexing, Or am I, What is my ego still repressing?
This is it. This is the life you’ve been waiting for
Have not not a worry in the world
As everything falls perfectly into its place.
Your friends, finances… Your love
Symmetrical balance like yin and yang
No need to fret over fine details
The bold facts of perfection remains
You are at where you’re meant to be
And everything is where it should be.
Open your eyes
The new world awaits
Good morning my sunshine
Arent you feeling oh so refreshed?
This time we can begin all again
The slate has been wiped clean
Time has changed and you are a new born in this place
If you could do it all again
Would you do it different?
In the dark; dreams light my way
“Follow your dreams”. A little voice tells me
Like Alice… I am going down the rabbit hole
Running and chasing and fighting my way to… dream on
In the in-between; perfected symmetry
Visions and mimicry of the real
And when I awake; I watch my memories like a theatre in the mind
An intimate study of the self; subconscious
Rules no longer exist and fantasy always persists.
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