Prostrate Apostate

How do we determine
If we really have something
Or not?

Susannangela

Such ecstasy
In helping to be free
Is it you
Or is it me?

Meanwhile Nervous Sappy

To want you much too much
Or even not at all
To spare you from my presence
Or for decades, make the call
Loving you may not be having
Though it just might be my soul

Know Your Boat

In this dream
All I have
Is your light
To show me
The way
To be free

Valkyr-free

She invites me to die
And I do
Safe in her arms
And I feel better

One

The highest bliss
Is plain to see
When I am you
And you are me

A Life Worth a Dan

Rather than struggle
Some of us make a living
By releasing
And nothing else

In the Releasing Chair

Friends afar
And yet so near
Whispering reminders in my ear

Taking me closer
To Freedom's air
Sitting in my Releasing Chair

Who's the One?

What programs are running
And what needs to go

Dan Who

Who's the one who hates himself
But has no reason why?

Who's the one who wishes free
But can't seem to fly?

Full, this Closure

I'd show you my dark prison
But you'd never come back
Because neither would I

So I'll lie to you
And I'll lie to me
And say that everything is alright

Liber Essem

Some day I'll be free

Home Land

If we didn't hate ourselves
so much
Things would probably
be better

More than a Woman

You are my peace
You are my destiny
You are the light in my life
And signposts of you
Show me
That I'm on the right path
Shimmering free

Asteraceae aut Flavia?

We either control things
Or we don't
And that
Is the most liberating thing
Of all

Lost Berlin

I love you always
No matter how far
We may fall

A Labor all Day Weakened

The resistance itself
Is where suffering may lie
Rather than
In what
We are resisting