mother said I was born wicked-page 46: Mother said I was born wicked, Life in a rhyme, Page 46
Christmas morning was now upon us
And outside was white with snow,
Santa Claus had long been gone
At least who she was, we know.
Everything seemed so joyful and still
As I watched the Christmas lights flash,
holding on tightly to my silver gun
Wearing a plastic cowboy moustache.
My brother had the smallest gun
And was jealous so we started to fight,
The big one’s mine I said to him
Mummy put it on my bed last night.
Well the chocolates kept him quiet
As he filled up his tipper truck,
With bounty’s, mars bars and toffees
By Eniz T
Can your mind capture and hold the thoughts... That exists in your dreams?
And transfer the perceptions, of their touch!
Enough to connect, you to you’re… Role in the divine….. Scheme of things,
Can you comprehend the signs hidden in time?
And walk by the messages given unto you?
That We Are! More than just body…Yes we are soul, too!
In addition we also posses and omniscient spirit
Imagine what exploring those dimensions within…Will bring with it?
I’m told we can, if we learn to command
The compass of our grasp, to manifest in new positions
Let me war...
Cosmic Kinetchun: A cosmic explosion as he/she created. It was said “Let there be light as the birth of insight” became outsight.
Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh in his/her great and mighty image that forms this collaboration of a collage
We encounter everyday this wondrous mirage,
The “Big Bang” as formulas, molecules, atoms, and genetic d.n.a. came into existence,
A nucleus marinated in acid, together forming multiple facets.
Which you and I experience together, apart, no matter the distance,
You and I intertwined intervention as we were invented in one with the universe,
As the atoms sprea...