Dirt Shaman Of the dust and dirt – Born to: Hurt Ardent hardened Icy winds – Archers of The Arctic. All upon the heart Pulsating in The dark. Whispering flames of The art. Born to be A rocket. From the very Start. Of the Heart. The third eye That doesn’t lie Reading the pentacles of The oracles ***Cipher Poems ***

your soul pulls me deeply down into your depthssuch a mysterious powerto hold and fascinateyour seductive prowessohhh it's what you domy body languishesmy thoughts dreamto hold you close fills me with trepidationbut my mind dares me come closersecond guess...

tic toc I heard silently inside methe second hand swung and time stopped suddenlymy soul frightened look aboutGod in his glory had come to see mehis eyes full of doubt beheld my visionswe were reviewing my misgivingshe didn't care...