Poems from Ayasha Gordon
The Purification
Washing ones heart of their crimes
Stripping the shame of ones soul
Clearing the mind of it's evil thoughts
Starting over...
The grimm reaper is here. Hope you said a pray. Put the blood on your door if you ain't no foe. Snatching up souls and rake'em cross the...
I open my third eye inside of pyramids 33° looking over the Seven Seas, where the crossbones breed, they slit your throat like Medjai...
You don't know my life Don't know what I been through You can try as hard as you can but you can't walk in my shoes don't know the way that...
My eyes invite seductive.
A smile will ignite a flame.
The warmth of your skin on mine well drive you insane, whlie wishing and begging for...