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Like a child absorbed Listening to birds sing in trees My mind is quiet © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Walking through the labyrinths of my mind Like a crystal maze, going back in time Stories create fractals of light Piercing the retina of my soul I spent too long trying to be Someone else’s friend But now I’m remembering the friend I left back home who held the keys To portals where we could be wild and free She gave me a chance to explore The universe with fresh eyes With… Read More

Like lead into gold Face your demons with courage Turn pain into bliss © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Transmitter of light Receiver of consciousness Learn to swim its stream © Bluecusp Creative – All rights reserved 2018.

Open ancient dimensions Spaciousness within emptiness Recalibrate the mind Bridging synapses of Compassion and gratitude Cultivate inner peace Harmony of opposites Release harbored tensions Focus the pain Breathe its presence Exhale mental suffering Disband fearful limitations Free to wander The wild plains Souls true home © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

A year of darkness You keep me under your spell But I’ll conquer death © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

My offerings of love towards God Are a putrid stench of puss If I’m unwilling and hesitant to Express love to a human being In the way that is required For them to heal and grow. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Am I your Goddess? Find Aphrodite within She’s my holy grail Who is Innana? An avatar of Venus? I must find out soon All of these lost men Who cannot access goddess They abuse their strength Divine feminine Mind Alchemy with the gods Seek passion inside © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.

Pressure cookers swoosh In a need to let off steam Learning to let go © BluecuspCreative 2017 – All rights reserved.

How we choose to carve each other up Using words as blunt machetes Hacking away at emotional limbs Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground We replace authentic light with manufactured Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises In the name of self-improvement All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds. © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.