I don’t identify with my mistakes I personify what makes me great Without delay I convey this leverage
Tag: Spirit
The Beauty’s In The Bravery
Would we go about life the same if no one were watching? If no one cared about our outcome, our delivery, our identity? Would you be your own bravery, your audience and its praise? Would you still hone every craft within, or in truth does your ego win? Our spirit’s strong and it coils within,…
Egos Are Paper
Egos are paper Though it’s put in print This is my Spirit raging The only outlet for it
The Artist Path Is Purple
a Universal Love with a correct composition it’s so extreme ~ it’s so intense still breathing just as casually this is a mathematically based system of solutions a vast timing pot where I always bring some new sketches the symbiosis of a compatible attraction weaves an herbal ~verbal circle~ the Artist path is purple as for you…
There’s All Kinds Of Gladiator Towns
I had a déjà vu of leaving town for good like an all too familiar scene of a truth yet to be deemed a universal pull ~ a premonition ~ a dream ~ counterbalanced by Life’s weaves all constructed by the dreamer’s seed innately inclined to the Universe’s plea ever connected one, our beat ~…
I Need A Route Lit Up For My Redemption
I fear the only route that lasts forever is to create an inspiration that lasts forever. that was the moment I lit my alarm clock. I’ve been born you see, so when it settles in your bones permanently~ the memory of Rest honors Forever in the Absolute. that was the moment I lit my alarm clock….
I Can Feel The Rain Quiver
~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~ let us dip skinny in the river we’re young only once no time to waver alone in our world you and me forever ~…..~……~…..~……~…..~ it’s 5 o’clock somewhere the sky uncovers alive inside two worlds collide ~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~ could be the only ones listening that’s okay we learn to wet ski over the…
Peter Pan Penitentiary
There’s a motif in my dreams No foul motive to my scheme I find my route in scenes An unending soul search A dictated mind verse A plethora of mad verbs This I call my spirit surge I’ve crossed over it seems
Song Of The Spirit, Song Of The Sky
My brother has me as a bleeding tower Though I look into the Power of the Light and do not stray Things are not the same as they use to be I put myself in high jeopardy Obsessed mentality You have to listen to me I revealed to you the nature of your hidden Self I…
You Are A Twisted Human Being, You Are The Tortoise Of The Shell
Seeds of a King, rhythmatic and deemed * They rise to climb ability, now I’m claiming Kingsday * You are a twisted human being, you are the tortoise of the shell * But twist is the truth and love is the torch * You do the taste of life and death quite peacefully, very well
