Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
“Honor thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with a promise;). And fathers, provoke not your children to wrath; but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.”
Let us not die a fools death and know the value of our lives, that we are worth more than many sparrows in God’s eyes.
Is your religion in vain?
Please tell me what my love does to thee?
Big billows of hickory, hemp, saliva infused smoke.
Whisking through and rapping me like a cloak.
A swiffle, tickling my esophagus, kissing and caressing my temples.
Wanderlust filled, flabbergasted by our enchanting exchanges.
Real men don’t play when developing a cognitive dissonance. Television and exaggerated theater major’s have successfully reprogrammed our minds to adapt and normalize the challenges of problem solving.
You take the pain and I’ll make the gain.
There’s no point in the both of us being in the ditch.
You trip now I know to jump.