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Getting comfortable in My Own Sk… Doesn’t mean I have to share it w… No. Getting comfortable in My Skin me… fix his mouth– to tell Me.
Playing in their world gets me bur… Through trials and tribulations I… Battle scars and stripes I have e… Back to myself I’ve returned. Cut the cords or they can burn.
I see them in the shadows day after day. Waiting for me to close my eyes so they can take me away. They keep me safe through the nigh…
Hold me now I don’t feel so stead… Be my light now my heart is too he… I will rest now if you would just… It’s all here notes left are lengt… Guide me for no longer can I see.
The ringing in my ear Reminds me you are near. Whispered bits of Heaven Melt away my fears. Bracing my wings and we fly.
Spirit window - a window to the worlds. Similar to Santa’s looking glass, to check on boys and girls. Some of us can perceive.
Learning the River. The keeper of time. Freeing to flow Waves in the mind. Steps so dainty
Waiting for the other shoe to drop… On edge, tiptoe in the cornfield. Rip off the bandaid won’t you? It’s all become too much. Tight rope walking, one wrong move
Back in the day we’d have our little cults. Fascist movements feeding to our faults. Now what if we turn
Seeing the paths yet my heels dug… Messages received waking and sleep… In her arms– my heart has weeped. And in my darkness– my soul she’d… Woken slumber– new framed eyes.
Seeing the top It’s really the bottom. Universal Laws Were clearly forgotten. Grasping for straws
It’s almost as if by design. Obliviously walking the line. Am I the only One seeing the sign… Revelations to blow the mind. The Ocean is tired of our ways.
You really want me to blow up the… Cash my check and I’ll show you h… Scars on my back aren’t as easily… Breaking down these walls – most… Shake waves if you want to make it…
Is it really that easy to turn the… Is it too much– to stand up for th… Walking over the homeless– asleep… On your way to a bar hop or fancy… Can I say bleak?
If I said I disliked words Would you try to understand? Just like you dislike numbers Maybe that’s the master plan. But I’m consigned to write