I am a white lighter
a deep page writer
I am a humble
a noble protector of love
not hidden but simple
where fools often tred for lack of fear.
I have been there but now always here.
I the chosen are now
the willing not imposing, always available.
I am more than
the shell noticed more than i.
inside my core is my truth, my truth is my
not hidden but simple and clear
where fools often tred for
lack of fear.
almost none see what is so open and free they miss the
strength, my love, and me.
I am a strong white lighter
a direct deep page writer
am a formidable humble fighter
a viciously noble protector of love and
Do not impose your weakness on me
In hope I will think it is
And claim it for my own
What is mine was given to me
At birth bestowed as my right
It cannot be claimed or stolen away
All that is not given is lost
My gift is mine own and I
Be a pedlar and take your weakness else where
Do not see my love and tenderness as weak For where there is
love, the world bows its knee I am more than you can contend, my love sets me
Run away and do not look back, for you'r own sake The war is
over and the battle won, so please go All you do now is as you have from the
start an exercise in futility.
Murder of conformity (titled by C Deluca)
Slipping through the ashes
gaining more and more whip lashes
nothing but dirt and dust
remains of what was, a could have been, but
basic programming 101 insilled and infused souls left shrinking,
dieing, bemused how I gave up the best of me to please the rest of me
the best me
yes I did, kill myself, I did
to present to you, my perfect
to sit and be an ohh so perfect fit
around your broken glass table
more fake than and old wives fable
the true me
a fake of conformity
To the one I still haven't met
I wait for you
To walk into my life
Like a ghost a free
I have seen your eyes
Blue-Green like like a mystic far away
They see through me
the real me.
Eyes like mine
that see as I do.
I have seen your hair
Black as night that hides your
inner beauty Long and free like you and me.
I wait still, for you
walk into my life
Like a ghost a free spirt
Your soul is
free, your heart is pure
Love is your gift and your power.
I wait for
you, as you wait for me
To walk into you'r life
Like a ghost a free
You have seen my eyes
Brown and Green like a distant mountain
stream They see you for all you are But never get enough.
Our paths will
cross and our souls will meet Two spirits will join and heaven will sing.
The world will shake and our love will never break.