Insipid people yearn for power. They get it, they yearn for more. They get it.
It’s never enough.
Lost, such lost, dreadfully stagnant souls,
Given platforms to hold blood money.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
Insipid people yearn for power. They get it, they yearn for more. They get it.
It’s never enough.
Lost, such lost, dreadfully stagnant souls,
Given platforms to hold blood money.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
Resentment – hate – jealousy – rivalry – deception – exile,
delight all that drive our alignment apart – our test ‘as one’.
Darling we are ambiguous, boundless, infinite, no crime denies love.
Never forebode, for this exile is but a virtual place til we return.
Together we unite with gravitation, mystery, trusting only magic,
for love shows no deception – our hearts entwine – souls spark.
The seeds of change lie within each of us – we are ‘our’ journey.
One journey – ‘this journey’ – a voyage of eternal permanence.
Varying stages on many platforms … together – one elusive journey…
Remember us – those who conflict – pity those – they are weak.
Circles set in waves of endless discovery governed only by trust.
Tiffany Belle Harper
(Billie Holiday is one of my favourite vocalists)