Golden storm

New life arriving late,

crumbling underneath the pillow.

Royalty evolves in flames,

love the mainstream lanes.

creeping in the black hole,

Magic uplifted in a rose pedal gold.




War of thoughts

Simply a little girl uncovering the world,

12 yrs old when starting to blossom.

but wait walls have been building…

Many Heroes in her life that’s what she thought

barring inside tying knots

Few messed up her trust

now an adult trust is no longer in view

wondering what could she possibly have done

a question that will never be solved

day by day night by night her strength is blossoming into what she never knew


Alignments strawing between both realms

Its when we cope that helps us accumulate

We don’t even know what’s hiding between those holes

We already keep atrophying our limits

But what can keep em sane

Is what lies in the brain

Large Percentage of it not even touched

That’s what they don’t want launched

Keep hiding stop believing

That’s what they want us to limitate their achieving

Love with all power

Keep them locked and straw another