Wick’s Perfection

I saw it like a dream yet it was part of me like me, a rustic flame annihilated like fame fireside and inner-side inside born to rise listen to the highlights reflect to cast the lowlights please put out the fire with my burner-side at the end of the day heat doesn’t lock any doors

The Cocoon Is A Dirt Cave, It Is A Throne In The Sky

Testing ideas because I’m a monthly advocate of the moon waning on me. An etiquette of charm and delicacy. This has been my ritual, this has been my routine. Sentence screwing magnolia to strange possibility. I’m opening up a new system, they wake before I do… I don’t want something that’s that pretty, the throne…

My Sun-Mate Sojourns

I hold stake in a dream state Knowing I’m a vision altered state I am dust in the wind I am dust not this skin I co-commune with orbs and kin I’m a vessel skeptical with much within I am un-weighted in these chains of gravity I will seek in forms of velocity Ever forgoing…

Palace Heavy

I have about a head full of scenes fit for a monarch title Queen explaining them all would be a petty fleet as opposed to living through this timeless Royalty

A Mystic, A Mice, A Yoketh Twice

I have this bliss It never goes away Peace Music Pipe Music What cloud dropped my way? Is Painting the same thing as Praying? I’m sure, in fact I’d say For every accent in motion blends proper note a raise

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…

Let Them Know The Angels Are Upon Them

do you realize what you are? yes. i want the world to realize only because i want them to have faith in the divine, not me. to know that magic happens all over and around. within and without. pure belief in love.

The Speech On The Other Side

i can’t even speak because i’m speechless…. this order of motion directs my wing span, lifts my air tone so i know i’m not alone this i hone in spite of loathe i centralized a levered fate in spells of Whisper’s golden gate