When did my spelling get so backwards? The essay I rewrote kinda captured… this side I’ve created as a collage to serve my vast verbs. I like masters that master. A grand geological mind map, a cast curve. Freedom speech. This is my soul speak. I’m astounded, utterly alert yet fully grounded. This is my…
Tag: Inspiration
The Pickaxe Pride Is Worthy
The only way to convey is with conviction Could be a timepiece of truth or one of fiction I am a vulnerable jukebox, I am a heart ladened tool The pickaxe pride is worthy, unearthing multi-faceted jewels
Waltzing With Divine Inspiration
the Coward of fear _ the Elegance of song tear down what’s right _ it’s wrong instruct a long free form dance of the Will
Whipped By The Shore & Tossed By The Sea, Not Me… I Deal With Deals Accordingly
Nobody can phase me, rang out that phase Good looking stages, that’s really strange Mad love by these droplets of inspiration Do you know what your deal always has come with? Rewarding to see yourself grow Your curves are here to motivate you Radicle action transpired to radicle heat We’ll feed that to possibly mean something more…
A Spirit’s Reflection
I find so much beauty in Nature She is my mirror My aspiration of inspiration My roots, branches & leaves The soil I long to integrate with & breed A reflection of a well so deep within That only She can reach What She has done has Enlightened my vision and speech An inner sprout to feed…
Soul Session On The Bliss Train
The bliss train is gradually gained Like a 26 year old has any place to claim Yet this mind is a time warp In which everything morphs So before you cast a stone Look within ask yourself Am I doing this for me or the glory of humanity? Is this indeed vanity, rolled out or is this the spirit on its full…
Live a Lyrical Life
What could I say that hasn’t been said before? plenty, as I shift-shape the morph a fresh step in a reliable gaze will set in motion what is needed to amaze can I get another of the soul quenching Lover! I could sing all day, never before heard enchantments to awaken the praise in you, in…
I Got Torched By The Sky On A Warm Sunday
Prophecy teach me words of preparation Not etched in form as particular before This is a sign wake up your mind Keep cradle what you have at bay yet release what is innocent to keep
If There Is A Sign In Beauty, Own It
If you have a dream, weave it This life is too temporary not to If your conscience knocks, answer Dullness and complacency have become a universal shrine If we could grasp our truest nature, the formless one Grab hold of what is rightful in time A new era will explode your mind and in line…
High Ridin’ the Tides
This is how I feel filled with guidance as my Spirit takes the wheel I enjoy this ride side by side my Maker’s notion it gaps the whole world crosses oceans
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