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Grace

Darkness, her Soul eclipses under dusky space, Blazing sorrow spans through her veins, leaves no trace, Dawn breaks, first sunbeam tenderly glows her face, Faithfully she prayers, guiding hopes upon each holy place, Lightness, her devotion shines through,...

Namaste

Bliss in her veins eternity flows, Dare she share it with lovers and foes, Human's hearts are mysteries unsolved, Nature’s soul is her inner world, Gentle Soul, her fragile wings blow,  “Namaste,” she whispers as her faithful heart glows.

Exhale

Lost Soul journeys, mysteries unfold, Frozen winding roads, fated stories to be told, Breathe, mystical light awakening inner call, Exhale, heaven is her comfort and relief, Milky Way illuminates her footsteps… she leaves.

Sprouted

Her sprouted Soul eternally grows, Her pathways manifest for them to follow, Resiliently she struggles upstream as she flows, Humbly she enlightens, inspires them all, fans and foes, Oh sacred spirit, guard her ways for she is our strength, our sole hope.

Journey

A lonesome Soul, searches for her call, Light sparkles over her life’s journey on the rise, Deceitful “helpers,” oh yes, they know it all, Never will she please them, nor fulfill nattered yearnings, For it is her life’s journey, only she bears the toll.

Peace

And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero , Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls , And the crowd bows , obeys the idol , Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls , And the crowd howls, swords and arrows , “Peace!” Her bleeding hear...

the escape

finding love

I was so tired and stressed and needed a vacation so badly So I went home and held you in my arms, and looked into your eyes And floated into the depths of your soul Losing all thoughts and control. Your soul as endless as the universe and as beautiful as...

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glimmer

you are a ray of cool light beamed in between the stars a nimbus of kind promise slipped 'round the crescent’s scars snuggling a blanket cloudy up underneath our chins . . . one moonyou are a ray of sunshine the heat sneaks in between crashing vaults of c...

Water

a little lighter

ruminations on desert ecosystemsbring to mindall those scaly, spiky, hard survivorsmaking a good livingenduring thirst under a relentless suncleaners circle overhead, hovering in updraftsor recon artists hoarding the dark closein thermoregulationeach occa...

Child Called Jesus

Preaching child

Child called JESUS (2/11/13) Blood, sweat, and tears he would shed On the path that lay ahead. Imagine a child preaching the word of GOD When even the adults had found it hard. Can you picture him walking into town? And his followers sitting on the ground...

billy sky eyes - darkness to light

Good spirits fighting evil warlocks

(1/7/13) His name was Billy Sky Eyes and he had taken a military hop from Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas, to Ellsworth AFB, 10 miles from Rapid City, South Dakota. There he rented a car to drive home to see his family after being away for f...

praying hands

this is about answered prayers

Praying hands I had a dream with my lord CHRIST He touched my head , not once but twice. I felt my body jump up in bed I saw the nail holes in his hands that bled. I felt the power of his healing hands He showed it to me so I could understand. With faith...

Can You Picture Jesus

The final day

Can you picture JESUS (09/19/11) Can you picture the blood of JESUS lying on the ground While laying on this cross being nailed and bound The pain that was etched on his face As he prayed for the lord's grace. The nails being driven through his hands and...

Soul Collectors

Nick was a cop till he was shot; now he's got a job collecting souls. He's after one in particular.

Prologue Christmas seemed a horrible time to kill someone. I never used to like working at that time of year when I was alive, and I still don't. As a cop I tended to deal in misery; the Bad, the Mad and the Sad were my clientèle, and at Christmas the suf...