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  1. Jonny

    Not sure yet, maybe you can help(:

    Just off the press... (: All around me, Beholden to thee, New eyes, Paint the reality of things. Where I had given in. Satisfying, temptations and sins. This is how I lived. according to the wisdoms of the World, a real fool with the wool pulled low. Intellectually shallow. I believe...
  2. Jonny

    Anyway

    Anyway Every morning is a treble of a try. Stuck in the mud of a thought, Can’t get lost, But I do it anyway. Understanding Can be a curse, As we nurse, the deeper wounds of why, We let it hurt. Is it to feel; anything? Thus we are playing, The riveting game, Where pain is the main claim...
  3. Jonny

    Not sure of a title lol enjoy(:

    I understand, it’s more of a reference of a color and type of beauty,
  4. Jonny

    Not sure of a title lol enjoy(:

    Thank you so much, that means a lot!
  5. Jonny

    Not sure of a title lol enjoy(:

    Thank you! 😃
  6. Jonny

    Not sure of a title lol enjoy(:

    Mine eyes, Resolute. Beholding thine perfection, Indigo Goddess. Constructing ancient recollection. From an era once forgotten, A time when we were whole. Inauguration into consciousness, and The lighting of our souls. Existence became existent, and Experience was unknown. Born wit...
  7. Jonny

    History

    Thank you for that encouragement Emily! May God Bless you too:)
  8. Jonny

    Premonition?

    Was it a dream, A premonition? Is God is reaching, Out to me?! In my prison, To free me from the shame, Of my decisions. I Bow down to the King, Who asked me to listen. A time is coming, so Here is the vision. Imagine; A small group, Of people standing, In the middle, Jesus...
  9. Jonny

    History

    I was a baby, and She was long gone; The shadow of a woman Where was your Love? How could you leave? How could you run? What about the bond, Between a mother and her two young sons. How selfish could you be, Where did you go? Where was the wisdom, We needed to grow? Where was a...
  10. Jonny

    Battle

    Caught a blow to my cheek, As the Devil whispered, Leave. That Independence is key, and Who gives a damn, About promises made to the King. About a promise made to me. You see, The Devil is a weaver, Of false realities. The Paver of pillowed streets, A Deceiver in our ear, And a giver of gifts...