I was in a bad stage before I was
done with beautiful broken heart
Though now, like too much of the moon,
I can feel the moon grounding me
Please pray over good energy
It’s not my fault my creativity
made them feel weird
Monk on a hill, gypsy on a whim
I love it and it will shake you
That creativity is oh so good
Heart and mind ascension,
fully fixed dimension
Everyday heal-mates,
merely and eloquently
All hail to the jargoned
expressions of my mind
Tender roaming
Slowing down the
anti-aging
process

4.11.15