I seen the platinum pirating sycophant
He initialed his forename as a fawner
But it was his expression that mattered most
The nodded head of silver thieves
And an announcing anger of the cowering eyes
Like he was stolen by predatory thoughts
Contemplating ego fortresses among falsified power
Swollen in time with crossed dressed messages
Unable to stand up to rotational enquiries
Where the box frame was made of scuff marks
Burning at the edges of cliff hangers and muses
But it didn't justly matter about the portentous facade
His empty stare was a matter of time stealing distinctions
All the while reflecting the shaded identity of his truth
I must state this again: You and I have/are been/being taught (guided?) by the same muse. I GET this and I can sink in it. Thank you, Vickie. Love and best wishes,
The "fawner" of this piece has been described by piecemeal. A longshot look at the sinisterism of his diseased silver thief's manners and abject solitude. This line captured him completely . . . "Like he was stolen by predatory thoughts." I loved his one, Vickie.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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Lady Vivian
Yours xoxo
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Jane
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