Ghostly Poet
Ghostly PoetNight visions, voices whispering thru the silence
Calm calls of woes, or is it terror brought thru pain and violence
The spirit rises as we're released from the earthly pull
Gravitating towards the essence no longer sentenced to this earthly bull
Thoughts exist no longer as we're one with all
Simple existence with no boundaries or obstacles to fall
Simply being just like fire flies in flight at night
Another spirit's gone home and now my spirit isn't feeling right
Can I go home? I'm ready plus I'm willing too
Not thinking suicide, but MOM you know I'm missing you
Tear drops as they run to release themselves
I could bottle up a brewery just with tear drops in jars on shelves
Yes the pain is there now I see the picture clearer
Focus on the image release yourself now mom is getting nearer
To a peaceful place away from the span of life as we now know it
This is a spiritual ride so come along with with me, your ghostly poet.
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All that I am, I owe to THEE MOST HIGH & my MOM
Peace
BLAS
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