Hello, I’m Veronica
The sky is not completely dark at night. Were the sky absolutely dark, one would not be able to see the silhouette of an object against the sky.
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SáNity | Requiem Of a Flower Child.
The wild fragrance of Jasmine sings no more.
The amusing songs of nightingale bloom no more
If you roll downhill in tears of madness and heartbreaks. Child, with just a tiny spark of understanding inside
Your front pockets you’ll survive in the valleys, regardless.
You’ll be crowned with ancient pearly smiles, tomorrow.
Every avalanche of madness comes with hidden graces in her right pockets, but death in plain sight.
Child, it is only those who’ll discover the hidden ocean light within their pain who’ll find their way out of this desertlike darkness; their trying soul’s awash in sanity
Keep me sane, for I’m dreading in an upside-down city.
Keep me safe, for I’m wandering in requiem streets. O’ thy light to shine, most and more
Save this child, this fragile girl. Her eyes have taste
The sourness of deaths call. Death call, to loving parents, and the soul of the tribe.
Of a buzzing tribe that steered her growth,
that made her feel wholly whole, yesterday.
Lord, save this child. O’ save this precious wreck.
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travel with your fearś
i am glad
you made the decision to travel with
your fears, knowing it will unrobe itself
from your skin, when your hand
is fastened to the tools
of thy endeavors.
whoever waits anxiously for the
perfect weather,
to invite him, serenaded by dramatic chants of
a choir of a million angels,
before he sets out on an adventure —
that man. he’s a great friend of the unfulfilled
dead, and an enemy of the good life.
c: google inage
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taNGó
You are my soul-friend
I will marry your light,
and your darkness too.
accept your own being.
Do the sacred love dance;
Tango of heart, and the
Souls. of million dancers
Listen, from within,
From without;
Greatness proposal.
An invitation to
Enjoy the freedom to
Coexist with God,
And the beauty of
Creation.
Nothing is as
Beautiful as
living within the
Surge of natures
essence, and
Souls eruption,
in the Light of
embracing your
own beingness
And the
Beingness of
Others.
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storm-tossed groper
Storm-tossed groper,
Lean on this eyes, and
I’ll lead you through this
Labyrinth
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Desert flowers will bloom,
In the loving bosom of
Oceans and sunsets
When you bring
Your darkness into
The light you become
Luminous angel
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So, come home
Come home and
Lean on this love
fervor, O’ loveless
vine, withered passions
–
The wine bottles are
Empty when you are
Self depriving
Of the nurture,
Of the love effulgence
Of the freedom to be free
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awakening stone.
I’m a passionate
lover of your souls
bloom, and a devout
gatekeeper of your
honeyed face
fountains.
This darkness is not a curse
This darkness is not a curse
But an awakening stone against
The rib of the journeyman,
Numb by complacency and
The carnal pleasures of the world
This is your house, your shrine
This is your house, your shrine
Truth be told; there’s no incense
The altar of sacrifice is broken
Our devotion ebbed, gatekeepers
And her priest; stripped of their
Garment, wearing illusions
O’ he will preserve his name
He will maintain his gardens
He will make a name for himself
God will throw a stone —
He will wake us up, to
Return to the altar
In contriteness
Of heart and
Brokenness of
Spirit.
Ag. McDaniels / ZZ.100
”awakening stone”
C: Asiza Fine Arts
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