A sample from Book 11
Allegorium (what is it in life if you can't tell wrong from right to see in sight what is of great heights to know from a wrong fight and a right fight ‒one worth the cry one not worth the try) there was a yell, a scream an act of rage mixed in scents of sage she would leave she would leave today her bags...she began to pack ‒the stress off her back she voiced everything she wanted to sack her mind lost in a haze remembering all those great days ‒reasons why she stayed anger filled in a maze this way, that way ‒which path to take wanting to run in spite of the fun then in comes the pun‒ standing eye to eye tears suddenly fill in cry we just can't be together shaking coming from deep inside I know each not willing to move‒ standing their ground knowing without making a sound it all comes down to mixes in race different traditions different tastes but that's just the base to what lies beneath‒ experiences in the lace wanting her to stay knowing his moments in rage ‒can't keep her in a cage from her mind it won't fade searching for words to say wanting nothing in fright in his dark eyes‒ seeing the willing light wanting her to seek it please make it bright understand the hard in my life for it, I had to fight sealing up everything inside confusion succumbed‒ the sudden in rays from his silent, pleading glaze it's not just his aces and eights that's on the take she adds up the sum to it, he wasn't dumb every piece, every crumb has to be sorted‒ to smooth out the constant lump another chance another steady ride taking each side ‒what's buried in hide no matter how many lows and highs wobbling through pass homicides all those moments‒ others confused their minds making them want to pounce‒ in anger...quickly dive thinking through it‒ hearing every sound warnings, confusion, heart‒ feeling the surface of found wondering where its bound this constant round has to sooner or later release its hound when wanting to stay is all around softly relaxing the lines on her face that unconditional is not in a trace ‒it's in the base of foundation's lace without living in a race what others see as a toxic tray may just be the difference in race in raised traditional's case ‒angers set in wanting to be erased each learning to let go‒ what once slapped them in the face releasing anger's ways that keeps trapping them in a haze ‒exploding in a blaze what is it in life if you can't tell wrong from right to see in sight what is of great heights ‒to know Jesus'† life why for us, He† died love is worth the ride for it, pay the price for the reward everlasting lifeContinue reading “‘Allegorium’”
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