Donna Raymond

the stories are dying
replaced Truth with the lying
blood stains the blade of hate

I want the wind to lift me up
and carry me away from this place
I want the brightest rainbow to paint
a smile back on my face.

Silence encapsulates
the infinite possibility
of the unmanifested…

In truth I’m a warrior, a star seed livin out my dharma, I’ll be bustin rhymes with the dali llama till I feel calmer ,