Olympic Channel

* I’m going up with you in the morning * * I’m listening to your whisper of warning * * Contemplating what is to radiate this vision *

I’ve Been Levitating All Morning

Everything is so ceasingly random or divine 
I’m laying in a pool of rhymes jewel laced time 
expelling artifacts & future stacks worthy to expand the mind 
Vocation assigned this I sign, this is a sign 
it’s just everything is so ceasingly random or divine though seeking through the find marks in mazes 
it’s this…

They Heal In Every Word Of Insanity

dimples and stiltskin a beat in my heart’s rim unconfined is a liberty a vital jolt of analogy a pure ridden of sanity a massive entailed majesty a monarch entitlement of what is real to me

We’re All Suppose To Dream

i’d clear what needs to be a film of a clouded stream in a clear view i brightly see my focus is precise, i dream

Symphonic Enchantment

like the bird that sings to me deep inside an angled reach lifting all that burdens me creating life in beauty’s peace

Sea Maven

They don’t understand my voyage, though they wish a safe return

Showfully Joy My Mind

you are paper in frame ~  ~ oil in the air ~ ~ a blessing to and from ~ a lightning bolt of sum

It’s What You Put Into Your Dreams

what if I was really  everything  I was was suppose to be…   how far could a  reach behold me…   what there in distance  would search me…   and how wide a range  of an air speed…   could levitate the center of each speech…