We Do Not Have To Be Hiding, We Are A Lion

Here comes her proclaimed imagination…….

I double it for the thought of many

She is so hippy

One in my hobby

She has sass like Bob Marley

As long as I have a platform where I can be me away from the norm

You are insane, you should be marched within

Soldier squad, an army of love, a weapons successor, you wait escape yet I embrace massive cheers

I believe you’ve been around more than once, prettiest killer around

My mad persona and depth of how to forewarn you

You treat everyone as they are mesmerized by your style

Curves~~~they’re hard to poke

Those are some noises 

Yes, I’ve been blazin’…my mind is speech and my pen is in utopia

It has been displeasing to some 

Acceptance is gradual process for others and yourself

You are the forsaken and the legend in this dream

Many of my dreams were water manifestations, not this one

She is going to change the world

Heaven shows us where we are going even when we lost the first key

‘Pandora’ by John William Waterhouse, 1896

Mystical and unspoken for me, unbearable you see. Heaven shows us where we are going even when we lost the first key. Rebuilding the brand. I can call over. 2 worlds manifestations.

When did my spelling get so backwards.

Words keep laying around me and I’m in live in here. A retired angel above the clouds –Richard Bunger. Your curves been added to me. The flow of perfection.

Forget who you are because it’s not a choice of brethren.

Reset health ideals. The own speak of their own remodel. Tea is. A very private room locked for they.

Here we are, false or not we are here to paint.

To steady suggest your prime importance. A roman, a whole connection—A Dionysus in lust. Tea is a beautiful … . Come on I need to draw some of this source inspiration.

1.5.14 [in remembrance]

A Reason’s Design

There’s really no reflection on the the future that doesn’t relive the past… and like a diamond freight train something tells me about my foreground here. Then I try to think back, I like it like that… magic goodness, I’m a da Vinci..! Everywhere I come from, everywhere I go. Time is just another mystery contained in age. I was emerging from beauty waking all that ever was. Inside channel sequencing, outside Mayan versing. I had an epiphany to conquer. That didn’t have to fall down in mid-air for me to realize that. A magic number or reflection..? Imagined? Asked? I asked as well. What dared the dreamer to the prophet to effect the pack? What urged? Guidance, willpower, strength? Thoughts and words contain power of an extraordinary kind. For in the blind collapses of my mind, spill information and it’s a new sky. See eventually I turn to pebble, though I’ll never cease to leave a sum disheveled. This wormhole speaks through keys, innately turned so in fathom we learn. Did I just take my first breath, did I just cleanse? I had a dream those and herbs were there, primary existing beneath a surface reality. You don’t know what you and me do… we provide first fruits in our essence we merge it through. This is no row time team, this is epic share-time team. The first rest set of achievement is quarrel stew. To find certainty look away. Time doesn’t lie if you weren’t doing anything wrong.

You Must Fail The Risk

Yes, I saw that place of regret, playing blurtful and intact… while suit followed as I didn’t realize the wrong way was lit up. But perfection is a set up! The mind of challenge offers great obstacles. Hence the foolish and the wise have to team from each other… for when they reach the point of starve and be sick, a clanky tongue and a mind replica of a sponge need not apply. That’s harsh business in between your spirit, I say. You see, her name is Flow and her rivers are keys and I want you to know the extreme dyes that are being used are crazy dreams. Flow is here, a woman’s reflection. Carve worthy an inspection and sow early stages of wisdom. I saw my passion, now I reevaluate the view. It’s not funny, it’s kinda clumsy… protagonist energies that persist. A zig-zag mirror in my reply, as portion favored a fine recall, waltzing inertia pattered… the Divine came in, explaining all he did. Now it’s possible to see that with a little memory you can solve anything. It never has to be snatched up, it’s a hit song that carries people through. Therefore, I am going to talk to the universe in an oracle whisper… relay the decoded and mock the uninhabited. Make mention whereas holy degree and film of obsolete beauty, hold firm the desire to speak, sending forth what lapse of bridled identity emerged past the willow patch.

Photo on 2014-03-11 at 21.14 #2