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The High Seas- Private Compensate

"You know what, you're right! Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes." Lightning then strikes, exactly in mind and on cue. There is a residual counter-action within the maelstrom, a kind of unearthly calm, all around the ship. A disconnect is felt, in a way, when worlds unlink. There is an intentional organization of moves, to make many first steps automatic. "Once we can agree on these initial steps through life,  we will have found our home, our fabric, ou...

When Your Ship Comes Through

You know what, you're right Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes

Beautiful Eternity

This is just the start Beautiful Eternity Blossoms every night

Layering Cipher

Listen with your heart There is a language beneath Where joy is expressed  Each bit is ciphered There is a thorough supply Pressed and measured out Cross-referencing past An eartag for the future Dictating the lane Flowing with rhythm Giving credence to the crowd Omniresonant  Knowledge of Good And Evil both Crystallized Into heart's cadence Now we have a shape Threading through the fifth of eight Around the corner One thread sticks the stem Not too frayed to reignite Bringing Word to Light Lumiere the room Settling and stepping down Meaning printed clean

Rumbling Sands

Behind prison bars I can feel all of these things This is understood Cog in The Machine Turning in a Kingward Way Being blessed by God Road keeps persisting  The sand is all rumbling  As places are changed You reap what you sow Eddies Chase The Whirlwind A war won, not fought  As places are changed Sand and dust both leave a mark Whiplashed Together  Smallest change above Will resonate all below Now we find our truth  Where our ideas Will find buoyancy with gold Shifting second time The canvas renewed Even while I sleep and dream Beauty awaits me

An Iconic Lack

Peeling the edges Where interconnectedness Exceeded its use Find separation Partial bloomed as set of stairs That bridges our gap In these whisper halls Pick up An Iconic Lack  When we disconnect Lacking like a scar It's shape symbolically sound Divining a dream Let us come out clean The Moment is within reach Dirtied pathways split Then it's you and me Us two walking together They can take their steps Regeneration We must reach a paradise Resting hand in hand Please come rescue me I've only Words to offer After Wisdom Wilts

Train of Thoughtime

The train of thought: I wonder what the process would look like if I put in a box a dream of delayed watches. The idea: My account of time spent has been monitored, and can be returned, with an interesting spin.