Strike cordially I’m an empath of sound I rejuvenated to strike the Master Art I’m a matriarch of sound
Tag: Dreams
Eagle Eye Locked On Sight
Let unbound wisdom expel from this heat Let it burn a whole to my head from my seat In my sleep is where I catch a fire to fly Cerebral cortex, eagles dancing in the sky
Nature’s Framework
My innerwork content All the Bliss of what scars us remains Lose myself in the service of soul Lost it may, my limit is blown Along with my mind What inspired this line Was a manifold chime Resulting in rhyme
Please Free Out The Damp Closet As I Want Madness
lightyears away from the norm escaping the depths of the shallow swarm bleeding amongst the stagnant few who still hold true what’s in tune all these people are soulless… where’s the solace? photo people, could you please photo shop
Whoever Floats In There Is A Genius
The comfort of these dreams Oh how they echo to sing Through all dimensions My realm is insistent We are one, delicious
Age’s Wisdom
This is your book contained in age This is your age contained it may The real bliss of what empties us remains ultimately to know you, Wisdom of the ages
I’m A Human Door
A doorway appears in my mental physics, exiting as quickly as it just visited.
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…
Enigma’s Son
take me away in of and far away peaked in grandiose links of fate i fear to wait in the alleyway of the gates the Dream is real the myth is One the Godhead of comfort, Enigma’s Son
I Have A Birdsmobile For Your Back
Psychology turned into a flight festival, within the pages of inquiry. Let it expose abundant rays! A different league ascends, as I make ends! Feed me Creation’s stopwatch, it’s ultra-static… what I navigate all the time. I will catch a fire to finish through. For no one despises the ecstasy or re-age of refinery. Air plane…