Author: kenbunny

Inspiration is the theme of a place Like regional whiteness Taking in stride its exceeding value of monetary incentive. Maximum to the touch and quite out of sort, Comes about the idea to destroy war.   We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war.

  The energy is my breath  that skates along wonders of the earth, It speaks the houses in character, And brings graciousness as it returns, To my lungs, to fill me up, and feed the plush of grasses, To give abundance in redundance, To the feed, And tend the masses.

I think I'm crazy, but how would I know, how I break down the symbols, and return real slow; My mind is a field, and the words are the blooms,  I scatter in seeds that  relive high noon

He is everyday with the wind and the space of my thoughts,  dancing round barriers of enchanted storytelling,  watching our names burn through the page as fire,  He is the whisper of silence in my mind  that graces my ears with melody; He is & I am. 🕯

A guest is a person you meet on the way, To the epicenter of gifts on display, A person is a blessing,  A creed of its word, A being is a person, Born to be heard.  *thank you @soulfamilyreunion for the photo 

We call it poetry, We call it farace, We call it Love floating around distant givers in bars. We pick up the call, We pick up the Tab, We call it connection, because, Baby, that is all that we have.