Once More With the Good Stuff
I am fresh off into a week of the good stuff.
I am fresh off into a week of the good stuff.
With their legacy in the making.
Who pop into picture frames floating through life from reel to reel.
And the pioneer in them ready to step into action.
And the warmth transmitted onto my bare feet.
In this subliminal space where finding myself in fact takes me out of my body and out of my head to find my peace of mind.
And the propagating posse stepping into their new life bedside as I weave in between this world and the next.
This note sojourning it’s way to me…a little love potion never hurt.
Pervasive and invasive, your jezebel spiritControlling, alwaysA career victim, foreverInsecure, an understatementDominating, over everything and everyoneDestructive, to great lengthsNeed to inflict pain, in order to numb yours My boundaries, reestablishedMy spirit, awakenedMy heart, mendedMy thoughts, reimaginedMy laughter, eternalMy world, creatively … Continue reading
Set out before me even before I could see the end. But anon faith came to lead me, that I may make good my prat for all his glory.