Ode to the White Man

The eternal scapegoat in the eyes of the loxist, the degenerate thinkers, the despotics Without knowledge of real history, you’re doomed to fall for the bolshevik lie once more Only the pure of heart will make it through the narrow gateway in the end This is an ode to the White man and all of …

Exceptionally sensitive to nuance

Can it be that the changes are turning the tries again Ineffable occurrence showing up like an impossible dream Nude of soul beauty and extending all hands as the sky falls Ether we are together or we’re not together; ’cause I’m here Emanating movement drawing out my tears and I am Listen to sounds of …

Perhaps we only leave So we may once again arrive, To get a bird’s eye view Of what it means to be alive. For there is beauty in returning, Oh how wonderful, how strange, To see that everything is different But know it’s only you who’s changed. Erin Hanson

In search of the Queen

Dare to stay a moment long enough to see the Queen of Solidarity and Solace, where She lives And for every collision, Heaven sends a provisional hope with good humor and the vision pops upon glimmer to glimmer Fragility, do you know how transparent you are and what your gift is? Such is the gift …

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