I am like transformed after a night of these dreams But what do they mean? How do I comput every data bill of proof and transcend the veil of obvious false to expand the arena of endless revealings 1.2.14
Tag: Trance
Each Body Has A Brain ~ A Nut Pearl Surfer’s Wing
. When I write I surf I never search I flow I always follow I trace A vibe thing I never Double take . . . Only to Liberate Is a shift I just make A big batch Of conduct . Surfing through My mind nut Waking up My heart’s Touch . . . Aligning what…
Open Scenes, Open Dreams
Possibles and open scenes are the only realm in which I dream I mean I look to the sky each cloud rides by I sense a destination so high can’t track in miles Probables and parables I write to ensure I meet a time where fate aligns a tribe Within my search I find hopeful…
Intelligence Writes My Stuff Like Me
Random acts of intelligence ceasingly blow my mind to the point of no return of a fixated time This blends a crime of the realest rhyme Criminal minds of the freest kind hit in motion all these notebooks from the universe to here, now there I follow my conscious rhythm, At least I care, pressingly…
Ready To Sing, Ready To Sell
Qualified persons arrive It’s pretty messy and sex sells Sex your mind to shelve The potent poetic wed of birth 2.25.15
A Little High Rebel
i push for 100 shoves my hair has a drug i sentence your hair to memory! they say drugs are meant to be… …..change of scenery unsmoking, unpredictable unprecedented, uninhibited everything is floating my hair and my memory! 3.21.15
Obligation To Live My Life Open
There is a force that pins me down Like a coma I can’t escape, a trance Overcomes my scope, no debate Froze in a type of dream Possibles of the unseen Well known in a conscious deep As a key it unlocks what frees Still no escape for me Like a coma froze in motion All…
[ I’ll Just Be With The Residence Within ]
He who sow, he who sow 7 times a day to keep over good keeping gentle is the prey as the softness of the chew of life dissipates into skin, we should never have a problem looking within 1.17.15
The Girl Who Couldn’t Sleep At Night
It’s hard to have dreams When you don’t sleep Doze off for a second Then my mind tweaks An obsessive compulsion Of a sort of wise Divinely inspired High rise on the Eye 5.8.14
I Write Legos In The Sky
I write Legos in the Sky stacking colors high by high out of the cosmic space literature I write numbers on a wheel that blend to rainbow for appeal lifting zeal as the colors inside truly devour a grounded meditation shapeshifting into placement central lingo engagement still waters placid as it’s alway neutral for the…
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