4.4.15
Tag: Creation
Polished Grit, Numb & Raw
the raw gritty truth or the polished version… Which one do you want? Which chrome shall I front… Either one you’d get the best of me Is it even worth it to blare such blatant casualty? 4.3.15
Our Odyssey’s Not Very Similar To Yours
If they agree with you, you’re doing something common Not saying wrong, though am I the only one who is alone in this mindset… “the odyssey of original thinkers” …a friend once said… Just don’t let it go to your head, swell your heart, in that is the Master Art 4.4.15
New Moon
The Moon, it was a special night I held a young girl so familiar, we spoke of Life I carried her to my Mother’s house, home of Life We spoke in a tongues of New Life 3.29.15
Sunrise of Sunday
∇ Horns Blowing Off On The Moonless Earth ∇ Sunrise of Sunday Δ March 15th, 2015 from my backyard view
Perfect Announcement
The Voice of the internet The voice of Lorax Springtime eventful document What’s it to you? One of these days because he was trying to get me to come out of the soul Truth Theory My heart is a passion My well is so deep Fundamental legacy Priority in me The Universe agrees Artistic Talent ~…
Pasty White Sailor
Lost at sea You found me Here I correlate A massive monologue Dense the smog, by fog of law I’m just lost here working on The Throne Stark charter and dark water… Sail in 3, 2, 1 2.2.15
And God Is With Us, We Start To Write The Sum Of Its Parts
God knows how your heart and soul is his heart and soul Of all the news in life I remember what it costs I took the time to be stronger. Better equal to payment’s death than death’s loyalty God is the healer and you are the hand 10.14.14
Intuitive Wholeness Marketplace
A Great Awakening is taking place. Can you feel it? Sense of fate. Intuitive wholeness marketplace. The nudge. No hate. No judgement released. Witness of men. Me one of them. Silent progression in the realms of confession. Concording like a melody. Fine tune of lightning speed. My energy merges a humble team. United we witness…
How Old Is Dreaming?
Dispatch wild winds, set high the forewind Dreams should be fun, we don’t own them God didn’t aim the nights he angled them Don’t be strong as the wind, move with the Wind. Power to Dream belongs anyway to him, huh? That’s one of my things, my Dad owns Jesus Christ. Pop that age, Paradise 2.2.15
Aubrey's Arch 