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I want this TO BE: an invitation into a world of duality. into an era where
judgement ends, imagination rules, and peace
exudes itself...into the reality of my mind...

Hint: The Verb TO BE

Bio of me: Memphis, TN-born; MA-educated(in college); Outer Space-originated; spoken work-affiliated; legal studies-concentrated;law school-bound

Christian;free-will thinker; idealist;newly acclaimed vegetarian; lover of life;tree-hugger


Phyl Ro
(Phyl, Peace(s). Of Me)

theme by Conkers

 
fr. “A Combination of Things” by: P.R. Blameless I need you…baby, to be real I need you to what I see, see and what I feel, feel. Let’s listen to the beat of your heart As you see her for the first time in months.. Let’s allow the radiance of your smile upon contact with her To enlighten the darkness that you and I have fallen into. The darkness into which we create asynchronous tunes, More pleasing to the instruments than their listeners. The darkness wherein we commit to one another For minutes at a time, Only to be ripped apart as the clock strikes Midnight And the keys yearn to fall into the hands Of a sacred driver. One who has captivated, without attempt, Everything ranging from the attention to the patience Of his proclaimed subject. One who neglects his innermost ability To endure the results of his own honesty and contempt You.. I need you to blame me for unearthing the stirrings of emotion That have been abandoned due to apprehension and doubt. I need you to know that I believe in you.. In her, in your eyesight; In the rhythm of your heartbeat. I believe in true love.

fr. “A Combination of Things” by: P.R.

Blameless

I need you…baby, to be real

I need you to what I see, see and what I feel, feel.

Let’s listen to the beat of your heart

As you see her for the first time in months..

Let’s allow the radiance of your smile upon contact with her

To enlighten the darkness that you and I have fallen into.

The darkness into which we create asynchronous tunes,

More pleasing to the instruments than their listeners.

The darkness wherein we commit to one another

For minutes at a time,

Only to be ripped apart as the clock strikes Midnight

And the keys yearn to fall into the hands

Of a sacred driver.

One who has captivated, without attempt,

Everything ranging from the attention to the patience

Of his proclaimed subject.

One who neglects his innermost ability

To endure the results of his own honesty and contempt

You..

I need you to blame me for unearthing the stirrings of emotion

That have been abandoned due to apprehension and doubt.

I need you to know that I believe in you..

In her, in your eyesight;

In the rhythm of your heartbeat.

I believe in true love.


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