in two places ,living one existance.©

Taken from my body
brought to another place,
left in a coma
without a trace,

My soul  then materialized
Not destroyed
living one existence
In a trance martyrized


I collide with my unreal
find of a seemingly helpless circumstance of the mind


Can't wake up in one place;
Can't stay asleep in the other
screaming  to get a message through to the place of interface


I am "the only true holy ghost writer"of this phase& daze of "His"grace


Seen so many things
visions&dreams
Songs of days,
and songs about
this unwinding maze


Pages upon pages of my&my husband"s every phrase
my writings not from sages


But from me&my husband,Jesus Christ,
Most,
Not done in rages
but sung for the ages


my own writings for my husband Jesus Christ,me,our family&
to the masses in their cages from the clashes.


Days wrought  by my pen in hand,
this is where I stand
taking one, against
My enemies of every land



My words as the sands of
time,neverending and
No lack of shell revelry from me
 in my rhyme.©


"His"= Jesus Christ.







© copyrighted Kimberly marie lapointe revelation 12.,Jesus Christ's wife
© Kimchirev12