The words fall from my eyes as streams of light, they tell a story; they pick and choose a serving man I called and called and called Peaces of the pie, I partook in and found none, peace in the pain, I gave it a spin as a no-body, as a no-thing (from 0-9) Openings …
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Led to Gold
She led me to gold as the tree lit up in an embrace of the crown Our intentions generating thoughts of wise counsel and sacrifices Liquid gold out the eyes, streams of original innocence Emitting that I love you beyond form
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
Puritas
The mind unencumbered by each and every false master that do more than knock, they peer and bleat and wreck havoc outside Puritas At the claim of my true will, I take fire to fire and snuff out the minions of mire; at the claim of my true will, I take to air and clean …
The Immaculate Perception 