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Looking through the depths of my soul

I ponder about the fragility of being whole

Integrated with life but secluded in a shell

I want to bring your kiss to me

But will you deliver me into your breath

In the rainbow sea I am here giving love

I feel a deep rooted connection to a civilization, never hath discovered

And I will not fade as I have loved purely

My heart will always feel as there is a nun loving there. A saint breathes within me, holds my art. Cherishes all I give.

I am an open wound nourishing herself

Trails of light gather to hear my hum

I sigh to the sun , you are my honey

I feel sorrows in my heart in which I don’t want to consume me

I am a dry dessert, lonely arms, fragile bones, weeping willow.

My heart is so heavy, it feels as the only strongest organ I own

and yet I am weak because I do feel, and all I want is to hide.

I feel as I have been sleeping for a thousand years.

I am a shortness of breath. A dream long and forgotten.

I feel tired from the weight I am carrying and the love I do hold in me.

Just my art, my love, will live on.

I miss when I only found comfort in myself.

Surrounded myself with only my spirit and grew so much from it.

I think that’s why I am so passionate to get close to.

I know my light and shadow and am very in tune to environmental frequencies .

I melt in water

To be born in water,

To be the salt of this earth.

I would be kind

I love those that hurt me.

For am I forever selfless, a guardian angel rests in me.

At least I know the truth.

At least I know my holy.

I only want to live a gentle life

Full of pure hearted humans.

Go to the river, and hug it with my arms outstretched.

Knowledge is so pure.

“Knowledge is always pure, and as knowledge of the self is the purest of all, it should never be neglected and should be acquired by any means.”

Dear are you tender, what do you hold?

I need to know what your heart puts of value.

What sides of you are visible to others, and what do you try to protect.

I feel the pain of the earth in my womb.

I sigh my love away.

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Sometimes when I dream, I feel I’m inside one of Jupiter’s moons.

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I hold the angels eye,

I hear the angels cry,

his tears they wash my face,

the angel follows me.

the angel loves me.

he’s glistening his heart with me.

and I feel him cover me.

the angel of my eye.

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sweet as a cherry blossom tree nested in water

gentle as angels wings flying across my heart.

I have such a huge responsibility to my heart, and to my core. It's crying.

holy ones

embrace Mother Earth

hand in hand

in effervescent tether

requiems of true devotion

in amber they are cast

spirit gliding transparently

through the waves of May

Lilly of the Valley

In you I find my home

I am your flora

I fall in love with black more and more as the days go by, and I remember the light of the dove that hides within me. that I am protecting and keeping sacred within me. the tears I do shed, for the black sparrows wings embrace me and set me free from all the silent hurt of my heart that I have kept secret for so long. oh what a wound I have buried, for it is hard to open me up again, for the angel in me weeps, and comforts herself with nothing but the black dew that only she will know so intimately. the white that shines inside is the glimmer that is keeping her alive. she knows she is powerful but also fragile in her embrace. I must hide in such a color to feel the purity I breathe within which can never leave me

to be born of water, to be the salt of this earth.

my heart will always feel as there is a nun living there. a saint breathes within me, holds my art. cherishes all I give.

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the tears are still there

unraveling, unfolding, undone

a wounded heart is all I feel

vulnerability, haunts me

i suffer in silence, the quiet one.

how could you not see me

I cry listening to you play beside me

our soft voices, your presence near

i loved you then, love is no big truth

how can I care so much about one individual

that my heart is shattered,

your words ‘engrave me’

I wish you could cry

shed tears for me,

tell me I am holy

never doubt me

accept how much I feel,

I’d then feel better, be able to heal

it’s rare for a soul to show such a fever

how much I cry at the thought of you

how much I bless you,

how much I wish you could see

I give you tokens of my devotion

everyday I show humility,

embracing earth as my home

try to understand,

for eternity, I gave it all to you

I was so happy alone

without anyone I was divine

I never seeked another out

I was always vigilant,

who would carry me?

I sat on my huge heart

I used to feel so pure,

celibate, whole, true

purity was a haven to me…

oh I honestly cry, I feel

nikola tesla is the only one

who ever understood the weight

of fully giving into another

that’s why he abstained

to give your all, to love so much

you would lose yourself

it takes your entire being in full bloom

he could not love, he had to prosper life

he said:

“be alone, that is when ideas are born.”

I understood, I was alone

I was self contained,

emitted my own frequency

felt whole drawing, was in awe

having love consciously to all of life

my soul is old, is wise, is young

I carry so much love within me

everyday I’m frightened my love never dies

my love transcends death

what does one do with a heart that burns

tears that never stop falling

a flame of love that never dies out

my tears extinguish the fire,

my heart pours out all of my silhouettes.

out of my body, i’m healing the dark

all their shadows, filled of white I give.

into me, into me, i swallow, I feel,

i silence my softness

I nourish and I sit inside of a flower

hiding away my transparency,

turn my heart to winter, wither away

you will not understand the way that I feel

deny, my knowledge of love,

underestimate when I am a priestess of love

deep in my chest, my heart anchors god

I feel saddness, my heart stings,

I feel angels crying at me,

they need me there,

they don’t want me to wallow

they know my kingdom heart

I want to feel whole, and glow

I want to die,

I want to fade away,

I’m too delicate and there is no room for my innocence, devotion, and purity of heart.

my heart has turned hard as stone, cold

just to not want or need,

I am a seed, nourishing in the soil

but never mending,

the gate never heals

I make believe it is,

yet I know…

this is deeper than skin

deeper than flesh.

your words pierce my heart,

I care so much, I drown away

I don’t want to ache, or explain my nature

I just want you to lay me down:

a passionate heart underwater,

loving loving loving, and never leaving

the shore is enough to hold my hand

to always be calmed, never in heat

my heartbroken vessel of devotion

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too full of nectar to be loved on earth

it is a sin to kiss me, to hold me

I am a soft saint, and I know my holy

my white light, my fawns cry

I never want to feel love for another

this pain, I feel, travels years within me

an endless aurora, high up above I am

painting colors, of ethereal life,

humming, I realize

for animals eyes

my love is meant for angels

I want to return back home

if I can never feel your arms again.

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Sculptor Sforzino Sforza wears a two-headed swan to party, 1949

respect women and you respect the earth.

In the eyes of an animals I see angels. I see purity, and fragility.

of a pure nature

how could you not see me

moon angels do disappear into dust

and fog angel lights do meet at the touch of dawn

flowers grow from within my minds eye

healer, giver, warmth of breath

give me nurturing and inner presence to flow

I see the sun wrap around my brain, subconscious air

tenderness of feelings

I awake with the presence of gifts

for I am divine and one with her holy light

the light of the fawn

In the eyes of the waterfall

in those I do see

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I hold my breath underneath the angels wing

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