April 14,2014
Started as a snow flake of epiphanies
I recorded for myself
In a mind I believed I
was condemned to
Never crawl out
I would reach
But never come out
But I am alive
A possible epiphany in the making
Has turned into a greener
Pastures awakening.
Follow me if you’d like to see
The Divine take over
What I thought was me
I’ve stripped down far past
My skin and now I’m making
Sure what is right within
April 14,2019
My awakening day
This is not confined to just me.
I am not special.
Do you see?
A spirit with a pen
And a true connection
To The End.
These words ; these views
This is not a trick pen.
These things inside you.
also live in me to
so please
TRUST ME.
Connected all of us
Forgotten a lot of us
Remember to belong?
Not a lot of us
I am not blind anymore.
I see what others cannot
Hear me kind sir
I will not rot.
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