Knocking On My Conscious Clear

A neighbor, almost rival who lost a son, I needed to be easy on. She wanted in, I held her back, firm stance, strong attack. She said, look I’m only the messenger. We come to shed way. I am concerned, others dim or lay themselves on antique shelves to stay preserved in a kind of…

Your Red Pen Is High

I aim true and my goal is not low { I dig your freedom flow } I try to keep myself pretty incognito but there’s somethings you just can’t hide { I think it’s cute when you bring out your inner side } Pictures are my wounded words blood and a couple more pens and…

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…