They say ’my friend,
Out of the most bitter
The most toxic, scarred, deterrent, ugly plant
you can press medicine.
Schlagwort: English
Strength in Tears
From trust in self
To pain and woe
Unsteady health
Come base below
What held to bare
Misfortune grand
Now sorrow’s flare
To guide my hand
And by it’s shine
The scene revealed
This war of mine
No more concealed
I will never be the same
some simple wisdom |||
follow your fears
face them with your fire
surrender and allow
your power
T O E X P E S S.
longing
beet root
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i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.
„beet root“ weiterlesencycles
i expanded expanded a little more
i fell and fell deeper, down on the floor
and roots where growing out of my feet
oh my heart was a buzzing sprouting seed
„cycles“ weiterlesenDrunk
„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.“
the truth was a river
„Drunk“ weiterlesensome simple wisdom
we will go below
we came from above
but now we’re on earth
to learn to love.
