My mind play tricks with me, wanna leave and forget the hurt that lives in me,
but in my sleep dreams keep reminding me.
Lust confused with love keep confusing me.
Sneaky snake uses his fruit and whispers deceiving words in my ear, like poetry.
You know..., words you wanna hear when mood and light is right.
When you can read someones thoughts just by looking in their eyes.
When windows are steamy inside, and outside you hear the rain dripping like a beat without the melody.
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Physically as one, combined spiritually.
I wipe the slumber out of my eyes , wanna wake up and let go but memories keep finding me.
Like a slide show before my eyes, pictures shown mentally.
Know I should press forward but hunger for emotional pleasure press rewind instinctively.
The enemy's attempt tempting me.
Whatever, this is starting to annoy me, getting on my nerves,
The only fruit that's ever gone get at me is the fruit of my life.
That will be my testimony.
Like in the game of Jeopardy, fruit will be the question the answer will point to the tree.
Time to turn this game around, no snake will have the privilege to stronghold me.
I'm ready to fight the enemy.
I proclaim truth.
Spiritual warfare all night long if necessary.
Then I rest in peace and love like true love was meant to be.
In spaceblack dark, that's when moonlight and stars shines on its brightest.
I hold my torch up high and keep my feet where my light is.
I fix my eyes on the sky above and ask my first love where to go.
I always make sure I honor Him with my gifts and talents.
I find truth where truth is.
Wisdom through words while I keep on reading, wise men still seek Him,
without Him there would be no me.
Time travels around the globe, dreams reaching outside boarders.
We're all sons and daughters.
We're all here to leave an impact, we're all here for a bigger purpose.
I interact with the biggest artist of all times, all day everyday, the most creative of minds.
May the force be with you where ever you go, make sure to share your bread and
that you know the truth before the moon turns red.
One love to Jehovah the most high.
The beginning and the end.
The land where Mowgli was born and his seeds keep on living..
Some take a shower or a bath, some jump the lake I do it oldschool a la mountain.. A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do..
Our tiny smurf kitchen.. 
The friendly neighbour invited us over for coffee:)
Chillin with the locals..
The goldmine..
Not all that glitter is gold
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