Dont Grow Weak

The Dream realms are hinting at the new prophecy’s I enter the path with fruitful apples growing and deposited into my soul. The seeds are sprouting and allowing for the dreamer to keep on seeing. The ever growing ripe fruit understands what the sleeper had to endure. The low corrupt depression that was placed from jealous spirits, the envious ones that need to correct with egotistical mouths. They watch and eat like leeches. There spirits are rotting. Richness awaits for the patient water bearing mother and father. Entering the realm of divinity is not for the weak. Surprises come to those that surpass the entities that constantly need to feed there egos. Constantly corrupting and disturbing sweetness for there leisure’s. False attributes to be in a rush to proclaim false gold.

Cristina Jimenez

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Luna Luna Alone

Patiently inclined to pursue the seriousness of these forces. A fatherly presence held my hand while I gathered noisy courageous volume to speak bold. I spoke to my past, present and future self. Now all that’s left is the unused soft decoding , the scented programming, and values like shimmering gems and Jewel’s. Reserved stillness of the one I missed. The lunatic hunches I missed. – Cristina J

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