Timing Is The Right Sense

These are the best and oldest years alive We thrive to die sooner than not Ticking our fated Destiny clock 10.31.15

The King Is Ornate

Are dreams private and to what disguise? Is my premonition only meant for my eyes Or does it benefit the masses to see what you saw in glasses Ornate enough for all to hear the messages of all other worlds crystal clear 11.13.15

We have no bones to give till we die Dare we hide the rest of our lives?

Narrow Is The Universe’s Happy Hour

Reevaluate everything I’ve held so dear Reconnect to the notion I have nothing to fear This is this hardest thing I’ve ever had to do This is the narrowest road I’ve ever flown through My sight had wings so my flight took the lead I had every intent on manifesting your creed You led me…