You want to get behind the cuts that have scarred? Here, this is for you!...
I toss my clothes in the floor, flooded by the very thought I nestle into...
If you took away where you are, who would you be would changing the place...
Father I ask of You this allow the poet a mindful bliss a woman to adorn...
So when I bring this up to front it aint the glory that I want it’s...
The rivers have stood with no current you’ve stopped time, nothing...
So maybe the crazy has crept in I lost track the time, I slept...
caught my imagination, wishing things different that the things i now am...
God is miraculous, He saves the soul of man. He is the sustenance, that...
So sacred, so precious, I spill these vile messes, putird and toxic...