Wake up wanted woman,
your spirits at the door
Walk yourself into the open reservoir
This golden goose,
is gunna set me loose,
every waking hour
But its in the night,
I really own my power
Complexities been vexing me
Consciousness comes so sweet and sour
So I continue up the moor
Sweeping webs from my bell tower
Frequencies from other realities,
running through my veins
Vaporized compressed lies,
lift from their origins...at least I hope
Doubt dials down my telescope
Centuries,
and this has always escaped me
Soul symmetry
Realized infinity becomes me
I am my own witness,
as reality and I kiss
whats going on in your portals girls and boys?
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I know what you mean about finding your power in the night.a night to receed from the outside world into infinity.Well written, Ros
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great write.
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what's going on in my portals? my kids are playing Scrabble and I'm enjoying some peace and quiet and wonderful poetry.
This is exceptional! I loved every word of it, and wouldn't change a thing.
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I brought you some something close to me
And left with something new
I can see through your head
You haunt my dreams
But theres nothing to do but believe
Just believe
Just breathe
Another day
Just believe
Another day
Just breathe
Another day
Just believe
Another day
Just breathe
I’m used to it by now
Another day
Just believe
Just breathe
Just believe
Just breathe
Lying in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Just breathe
Another day
Another day
Just believe
Another day
I’ m used to it by now
I’ m used to it by now
Just breathe
Just believe
Just breathe
Just believe
Just breathe
Just believe
Just believe
Just breathe
Just believe
Another day
Just believe
Another day
Just believe
Another day
Just breathe
Another day
Just breathe
I dont believe
Another day
Another day
Another day -
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I love that song
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Waking up to reality, always a good thing. Love the sometimes rhyme, and the use of myth and reallity. Compliments.
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