Flowers bloom for hours.
Time passes.
Now aged.
Wilting pleasures that melt my heart.
Still beautiful.
Magick upon their sent.
Timeless beauty.
Embracing life and their final moments.
I will see you next year my friends.
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Throne of Lies
Throne of lies
Patriotic white males sit upon his throne of lies.
Gluttony and greed embellishing their egos.
Words of propaganda spewing from rambled mouths of insanity.
Dismantling the lives of all who threaten their ego.
Dominating all ho dare to take a stand.
Inciting madness with their rants of hate… fueled by ignorance.
The male ego engulfs.
Control he must have control…
The loop of abuse continues as the noose around his victims tightens.
Watching from their throne the men laugh in triumph…
Pulling at the thread of democracy… watching freedom unravel.
Life is a game of chance and he holds all the cards…
Laughing all the while.
Bluffing with a smile.
The ego must maintain control.
Smiting the voice of the oppressed.
Hearing not the voice of his people, they speak not his language.
Words mean nothing unless the they stroke the ego.
Mocking all those who oppose his will.
The tyrant sits upon his throne of lies.
Mind Games
Insta story episode 8
Mind Games
Integrity inserted into inferior intellect.
Ignorance ignites.
Integrated insanity incites inferno… incinerates imagination.
Immoral illogical irony… Ideology idolized.
Inspires inconceivable idiocy.
Warrior wielding wistfully written words.
Wonderfully weaponized writing…
Withstanding withered wilting wrights.
Whimsical witchcraft wailing weeping wyle.
Wages written war.
Calloused conservative Caucasians.
Conspire consequential conditions.
Conducting crafted criticism.
Condemning conundrum converting change.
Constitutional?
Emotional Overload
Insta Story Episode 7
Emotional Overload
Heart held in hand.
A scene from a Hollywood movie.
Words of enchantment race through my mind.
Twisted words of emotion.
The game of torment.
Beating of the heart.
It belongs to you now.
Still my own, never for sale.
Stolen by your magick.
Held in your hands.
Squeeze gently.
Pulse beating.
Sweat… dripping.
Mind racing.
One heart.
Embrace/Oblivious
Insta Story Episode 5
Embrace
Open your eyes.
Change is in the air. A sent upon the breeze, hope drifting upon the winds of eternity. Leaves turn fires of the season. Smoke billowing from the chimneys of the warm as the witch no longer hides embracing the comfort of the magick.
5.2
Oblivious
Open your eyes.
Do you see beyond your own sight? So you see past the bubble of your creation that is your world. The existence of the materialistic mannerism of humanity… forever walking amongst the waking world in a state of perpetual dream.
Nature’s Spell
Drifting
