THE STONED IMMACULATE: I was Drowning in the depths of the ocean of distorted emotions, Swirling like a whirlpool like a drug addict who devoured large amounts of pills and potions. Thoughts and heart battling each other as if theyre enjoying the war, Instinct flooding trust like a heavy rain down pour. My soul crying out to the self,pleading to return to state of calm, So intense the heat that even sweat streaming out my palms. Ive worked hard to achieve my position in the sphere of self preservation, From the illusions of pettiness and frustration. The place where I belong is a haven,the ideal sanctuary for peace,has become contaminated. But Im determined not to be shaken,cause my spirituality is deeply rooted. I am a sacred soul,my heart is pure more than anything thats precious,and more valuable than a city made of gold. I picked up the broken pieces and mend every part back to its original form I will not stray from my path, cause theres always serendipity after a storm,above the clouds like an eagle I will soar. WRITTEN BY ME 02/10/14
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 07:52:08 +0000
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