Preach not to my ear
Blunt not my spear
My inner voice does appear
In my eye, like a tear
Pain, I have not forsaken
Grief, my spirit awakens
What worth are material goals
when humbled is the soul?
I will grow my own roses
with the thorns also in doses
My heart, in honesty, thus reposes
Preach not for all purposes
Published by montecyril
Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.
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