Face to face with an initiate of faith and praise, proposing a memory of the time when the ruler was cooler than this desirable place
I can’t remember the origin, but personally knew it. A special attribute, now the case of this place is foreign, I’m mourning, so I out grew it?
Special and free, was the mystical plea. Now hope is hopeless to a certain degree
Standing is the midst of freedom, I seem dumb to seem numb from seldom thought of sovereign independence, and then some. However where is it from?
A calling and a shout. I got called out and challenged to sprout, but I can’t do it if I keep quiet, dishonest, and out
I seek the sun, independent resurrection, come shine forth and project the high reflection. Smoke a few jays an offering to the psycho-manic man in a spiritual panic
I give up more to this, being anxious is killing me even though I persist. I seek the pleasure of the holy breath till death hits me
Wisdom saved a soul, was that the goal? To somebody else “hell nah.” They don’t matter, between right and wrong they let my emotion scatter, even in meditation I despise the chatter. Now I let go the wisdom came faster
Clarity sincerely appreciated, I understand now it was premeditated, and I don’t need to be medicated to see how I made it. I’m free I’m free, now you see. Heart beat twice, one for you and the other for the one that grew. Who knew that the redeeming father was the origin of my heart I once knew
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Trai R. Hawthorne
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