Canon Music Mystic

small

hearing

is good

to find

&

good

hearing

is small

to find

~

listen to

your ear bells

& fresh rewind,

tune divine,

fast forward

through

time

~

a canon

music mystic

seers aligned,

hears divine,

fears no

rhyme

~

the music

station within

sings in chimes,

rings divine,

tantalizing

a lucid

crime

~

criminal minds

of the freest kind,

at one with all

associated

charges

~

the cruelty

of defense

is kind

~

in varient

extremes you

pay mystic to

the Indian

Sky

~

my innocent

projection,

guilty

~

time

after

time

~

ding

dong

~

pitch

a

pipe

~

can only be

one more thing,

can that they be

before they

sing?

~

keep your

pitches open,

fill your

ear!

~

the canon

music mystic

loves to

hear

From A Soul Like You

A touch of that is just what I needed
From a soul like you
You greeted
me in a strange way
Never seen something so abstract
such clarifying rain
When you walked in
and walked out that same day
I knew life would never hold beauty the same
As it was in your essence
I found Life’s Maze
Intoxicating, you’re a wonder and saint
Each day I expect your glory
Never failed me once
Not in a hurry don’t worry
I like the way you’re always new
This potence of delicate tender true
I could look at your face for hours
Better yet a picture buds flowers
As I always see you in a deep shade
I would take you as my bride
if life dealt another side
As inside we’re connected and strong
Different backgrounds same foreground now
I will forever remember how I felt
In your presence such flutters and melt
I would give you the present
if your soul let me
Don’t leave my instinct
You’re a mystery to me
One I won’t give up
Show me how you do your love
Where is it it came from
A muse of mastery and then some
A touch of that is just what I needed
From a soul like you
Your property seated
In due time to let me see
what a wild woman of virtue believes
I could go on for hours
how you brought the power
To that world I coward
as in this one you’ve towered

Wow That’s A Nasty Mystic, 7 Nasty Nights a Night

I just don’t pray
I counted smoke mirrors to the Sky
Most my ideas were prayers of mind
Tonight marks the night of canopy dreams
The Tide’s taking in a bigger frame of scene
The architect in my dreams
Makes way out in each realm I see
My dream began to wake up
In a daze it said it needed no more sleep
A good eye for the environment
The investment, Tide knows it too
Home at last, a major lapse
Entranced cocoon

Precious Pearls of the Other World

I constrict myself when I am defined by these lines

there is nowhere for me to share

all the precious pearls of the other world

when I define with these lines

There is no measure to mine

no restrictions of divisions

more like an open canvas with a vision

a lightning speed mission

a heart enfolded with every provision

Holographic wires….

nothing inseparable is measured in meters

our enclosed memoir is our portion

this is true…

truth measured in moments

[2013]

I Write Legos In The Sky

I write Legos in the Sky

stacking colors high by high

out of the cosmic space literature I write

numbers on a wheel that blend

to rainbow for appeal

lifting zeal as the colors inside

truly devour a grounded meditation

shapeshifting into placement

central lingo engagement

still waters placid as it’s alway neutral

for the ground standing there

[2015]