I implored – knees incumbent to the floor. God sent you for me to adore. Nothing tendered but, aspirations – those profusive dedications at the altar – of you. My vocation of adoration. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
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writing
The soup of sorrow
“… to be beat back …”
The ultimate weapon
Weaponize that which becomes dull through misuse abuse misappropriation adulteration… Administrations stand to be impeached. As a mind unrefined is left victim to the hands of time.
Foundations – An epiphany
Our foundations are often shaken as testament and reminder that we have no control other than the adoration we tender to whom that “control” emits. I will not cry out in agony, instead I will cry out to the Almighty. Asking… In humility. Creator, Father, Mother, Divine Omnipotence, Lord. Not for an escape, but forContinue reading “Foundations – An epiphany”
In a Blue Moon
Looking up. Harkening back. Not unlike times past. Into the gaze of wisdom. Once in a Blue Moon omnipotence provides a glimpse of illumination.
The Hunter
Predator in pursuit of eloquence But words prove elusive… Harboring immunity to the siren song of the writer. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
