Free Standing Religion

Till I realize God is my mind and in that we created the stars and the heavens All throughout ourselves and through time Canvas creations link gestations My canvas is the Sky Father Mind marks day to night Mother Moon links night to heart Light to dark, illuminating Creation’s Star

Knowing Key Is Power

Are not we the archetype? Is not our soul the master key? Is not our soul an incarnation of divinity? Therefore aren’t we the majesty? In essence a disciple of our Master Weave A universal spirit comes upon we We unite a trifold trinity

Automatic Doom

some of my deepest thoughts, some of my deepest disasters

Imparted In The Metaphor Of Bloomfield

It’s the clothes you put on that give confidence. Not material, yet ethereal. This naked shamelessness that rules hearts is not to be dismissed as a hoax, it’s a mark. Eternal art if you so please. Please identify with your highest seed. Bloom in the field of metaphoric bloomfield. Expand and let in all that…

Eternal Art

silence takes on a whole new meaning when peace is won for the battle of all I never viewed my life as a competition though now I see why this word and its notions exist my reward lies in my soul’s shamelessness t h e sensations emitted & m y demeanor o f provisions is…

Similar With One Voices

It’s always nice to just be with your tongue Take my tongue and hold it up Unified conclusion

A Reminder, A Romancer

The fragrance dim and pale Once a recent red The aroma of the memory Dances in our head Its glory was its virtue Its virtue was a song Carrying the world along For all to join in song