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I was born under a desert moon
the only light in the darkening gloom
I was born under a desert moon
The Coyotes yelped to well past noon
I was praying near a desert stream
it said life was just a dream
I was praying near a desert stream
nothing in life is ever what it seems
I was resting on a desert oasis
trying to put my soul into stasis
I was resting on a desert oasis
trying to remember all the lost faces
I was dreaming of a desert reservation
far away from all civilization
I was dreaming of a desert reservation
trying to find my sweet sweet salvation
I was born under a desert moon
not lifeless but full of boon
I was born under a desert moon
the white sands rise up like a typhoon
I was crawling across the desert sand
trying just trying to understand
I was crawling across the desert sand
trying to find a piece of the promised land
I was eating of the desert cactus
my mind all up in utter bliss
I was eating of the desert cactus
some say life quickly rides past us
I was drinking from the desert water
I am just a lonely lost daughter
I was drinking from the desert water
i don’t know if I can go on much farther
I was born under a desert moon
I know I will lay my head down soon
I was born under a desert moon
last night I dreamt of our own doom
I was born under a desert moon
I was Born
the only light in the darkening gloom
I was born under a desert moon
The Coyotes yelped to well past noon
I was praying near a desert stream
it said life was just a dream
I was praying near a desert stream
nothing in life is ever what it seems
I was resting on a desert oasis
trying to put my soul into stasis
I was resting on a desert oasis
trying to remember all the lost faces
I was dreaming of a desert reservation
far away from all civilization
I was dreaming of a desert reservation
trying to find my sweet sweet salvation
I was born under a desert moon
not lifeless but full of boon
I was born under a desert moon
the white sands rise up like a typhoon
I was crawling across the desert sand
trying just trying to understand
I was crawling across the desert sand
trying to find a piece of the promised land
I was eating of the desert cactus
my mind all up in utter bliss
I was eating of the desert cactus
some say life quickly rides past us
I was drinking from the desert water
I am just a lonely lost daughter
I was drinking from the desert water
i don’t know if I can go on much farther
I was born under a desert moon
I know I will lay my head down soon
I was born under a desert moon
last night I dreamt of our own doom
I was born under a desert moon
I was Born
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
Literature
Poetry: 'Bladeheart'
Everything I’d sworn upon my own aegis of apathy
to never again reveal is slipping unrestrained from my lips
with the ease of a silken ribbon, sliding so rapidly
through my war-calloused hand, though for grim death it grips
and yet still the sensation of silk against my chrysalid skin,
hardened and numb from years of agonizing cold exposure,
is a gentle drifting sensation reminding me of breeze rolling in
through my unbarred soul, back when it possessed the naive composure
or lack thereof of flame, molten steel yet to be inured by treason.
And the sheath securing my glass sabre of a heart –a blade
savage, stalwart, shatterable
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A Song I wrote while living in... You guessed it a Desert lol.
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