In my worst moments
I am filled with such tininess
So as to cage the breath of Infinity
Within barred pain
Forgetting
He who trampled prison's gates
Who snapped the shackles
To his own wounded wrists
And called me to take up my cell-bed
And rise.
Friday, September 09, 2016
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...