Day 42 of 100: Becoming Free

freedom through the eyes the unvarnished soul
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I am born free, I am born with wings though clipped at birth, circumcised of my holiness.

Sun rays embrace my waists, though clouded and neglected for hypnotic purposes on Café Flesh, pussy and dick, pussy and dick, make me your bitch.

Yes, I said it.. make me your bitch.

Do I make you uncomfortable?
... aaah I love it when you tremble.

... vulnerability at its finest.

Why is it that the intellect of my vibration is hungered to survival, classified as high demand though ignored and feared for life.. you keep me closer to your sweat glands than the action of your right hand. I am amused by your mind.

Walking down Hollywood next to creatures seemingly like humans fucking each other just to feel in sane, "let me feel your hand" but no longer do we share away...

Only if you would have left alone those twinkled wings from the first daze, my dear, left it to be without disgrace.

Honor what you are, Beauty Queen... pussy or dick you are both godly and divinely majestic. You are angelic.

The day I became free: Day 42

Stay in your lane. Be wise and step upon the plane to outer space, then will you see the formation of your creation. Then will you build a nation with all your sensations, with that breath which speaks louder than the soul's palpitations. Presentation induced by adoration. Baby love, you are my adoration.

There is no credible value in the holding back of that which I desire and crave, I am a savage animal, a wild creature.. a mild feature left on your neck, you may never forget.


I will say this once and on and on, again and again, amen! I honored of my TRUTH. I live my TRUTH. I AM TRUTH. May again I say, AMEN!

There is no longer the logical rhythm of conformation for the sake of your corporation, religion or bridges to destruction of the unvarnished self.

Today I am invincible to your game. Today your little dungeon cage has become the foundation of the magnetic and electric stage I dance. Because I dance the most poetic waves, the most prophetic rays of divine wisdom and beyond. I am wisdom. I am beyond.

28 years you have shut my world.

But 28 years is only a blink in my world.

Though, 28 years is the limit to 1x1 little cabins shared, sheltered to perfection; one by one you lose your loved ones carelessly and abruptly to subjection, disrespecting genuine love without conscious. Loyalty of 28 years, I have obeyed your laws as I have decayed within your flaws to be without a flaw.
.... and yet, I still live. I still love, and will keep on loving without a pause. And, especially you, do I love. I forever and ever will love.

I know, the future criticism anticipates to soar out to me, hate and fingers pointing at I, while the eye counts x(times)3 pointed back at you, and I rather let that unfold on to you...
... at the end the tango was danced by both, would you not agree?

My responsibility is no longer with you, instead it is at the gardens of feathers and diamonds, Queen Goddess, I am. I remain TRUE to the beat of the rhythm of my Gypsy drums as I sway my Mermaid bums west to east, north to south, up and down, side to side
... I no longer seek and fear of your insecure perceptions of the beauty which I glow. I KNOW it is all beauty that I flow.

I rest my peace in this form of art, and forever honor the gods of Creativity and Creation for they hold the peace of the broken ones, so we may channel fire into breeze, pain into faith, hate into love... and the IMPOSSIBLE TO POSSIBLE. And to you, I thank you.

It is all possible. Dream on, BE FREE.

Magically and sincerely yours,

Queen Goddess, Protector of Dreams