Third eye is more time spaciousness

Time is shifting differently a million families sing

Lyrics pour into the blood of twenty machine guns

I want to feel time more real

I want memories like statues.

So numb murder all around

That tongues never taste blood innocent

Orange vibrating power

Writing on different depths of time

So afraid I will lose them again?

Children’s laughter burns against 

Birds chirping their song transforms into soldiers

The sickness was just unbearable these 10 000 daggers in my flesh

Who I am

Who I know 

Erase this fear allow yourself to feel safe and nonsexualized

Better reality better reality

1960’s black and white synth pop gods bleeding color

I feel like a god wandering around a lost house

Expanding melting

I want to stay this clairvoyant but it just means accepting how uncomfortable everything makes me feel.

I can feel comfortable.

I am a god of disconnect and discontent.

Men are poison

I am done with that color or feeling that spectrum of need.

No more of the red feelings 

My power burns through all structures of this reality

I don’t want to look at myself anymore through movements of displeasure.

Where is the point of reality divine self cosmic?

We are are own gods composed of daunting halls of mirrors 

I get if my third eye is open so reality is nothing

Nothing bursts forth into playing children with blood that contains a Latin of hate

I am a powerful incarnation to be said to the night

An iron galaxy born from perfect light glowing

Want to rewrite re design my power structures

From a cruel reality 

Truly the dream is the nectar

Vision blindly lullabying us on year to year

This reassurance that 

Lighting on fire stories told of no power

I am power to create my own reality
free of any mind limitations based on gender 

But my reality is based upon smoke smoke rising family lines igniting 

Every spiritual book is telling me I am a god but every aspect of my reality is telling me I am a monster?

Whole life has been smile for the awful bleeding vanishing present.

I cannot handle not being able to have so many feelings about everything.
I feel like a god like so powerless for anything

Give up pretending
you feel constantly scarred 

I feel like I’m reclaiming the sails to my ship

My reality 

Guided by the breathe of beauty and wonder

Lift far far beyond

Compassion for all compassion for all

Is within is understanding you are good you are good.

God redrawn not as far away

Or the breathe of a fallen history

Allowing oneself to truly be beautiful powerful

The core of my reality

Believing trust

Faces who wear masks with a few stories 

Bodies of kaleidoscopic melting light

How do I keep my mind moving this fast as opposed to a drone where I feel bad but can hold no lamps?

Lamp inner divination

Beautify the journey

I am mystic beauty and powerful 

These histories are as ghosts

These histories are of fog

Appear and disappear

Self power illumination

Re writing yourself as the heroine

Divine angel of grace

That transforms your life into a kaleidoscopic playground of poetic beauty

Black and white gardens that bleed the sound

I want to see friends without the shadows cast by venom fangs

When knowing self worth self power

The divine spark of white light

Paradise is ever growing

Stories where the world is created of love

And then by cast outward into the directions of loneliness

Drowning in ten thousand prayers blood

white light

Self expansion

Growing as me

I am important

Self identity infused with purpose and romantic love

As opposed to a rotting whim of the loud world colonies.

Self identity removed from all importance of sex

Yet this is separate from divine goddess beauty

Sing a hymn of white light to yourself

I feel floating

No real friends no real names

though now I embrace my power 
which is unlimited by time strengths 

I have no interest in battles 
just sublime heavens
then one must nurture gardens of meditation prayer beauty power it is all power