"The dream falls in heavy on the brink of an early rising moon. The day, soaked in envy for a child fed glory by a spoon, Feeling and open and certain to be, All around the subject, Yet the subject is me, Tracing the glances, And teaching my rhymes, To lick the desire of floating,"… Continue reading Spoken Truism
Underground is the sport that gives, the game the name of reporting shives, Above the trance of forlorn eyes, Is the foam that must choice in disguise, Thank you in all, and thank you in essence, Be the Rose that releases temptations, To sing and dance on the blood of rounds, Smile and type the… Continue reading Whoooo are you?
The energy was palpable at a show nobody could miss. Wookies had flocked to the Madison Square region of New York City for a night that was shaping up to be anything but square. Walkers, talkers, and all types of flyers in-between greeted me as I took my first steps out into the abyss that… Continue reading Review & Interpretation of Set I: Phish, MSG, 12/28/2016
Buffalo Walk in the walk of the chant right by, Is of voice, Rings truth divine. Of seeding of sowing Of being right here. Of joining the crowd For the knowledge so dear. I love the beat of the slant in my talk When I am the wind And you tall grass Go and find… Continue reading Buffalo Walk
Excitement in verse Is all that is to be. Life within a crucial effort To push on til the dream If this is that, and I am so, How do fractions of my ideas arrive at destined home? On the prairie, And in the fields, Are running redwoods That I cop for feels, And temptful… Continue reading The Companion
I own no TV, Yet, I am an image. I have resourceful thinking, Yet, I scoured the pilgrimage For a redundant meaning of a text Of holy misunderstandings Of seldom held belief And known reprimandings. I speak from a tablet of a bird With a mind, Which is quite absurd. I sail on through the… Continue reading The Gill of Papyrus
Oh, to be the lightening bolt, Riding on the sea! Oh, to be the determinous volume of sounds reverberating. To be, to be, to be alive! About a melody That is the jive! To groove, To groove, To groove on by! Round the rhythm Of inspiration-- Inspiration divine! Smiles in, Smiles out, Miles and miles--… Continue reading Colorado
Obsession, Over a picture, Of a soul That could lighten the traveler, And teach the code. Of ethics, Of morale, And certainly, of point. To co-create a habitat Silent within noise. Near is the moment that calls from home To cradle the spirit, And love to the bone. To be the power Of electricity That… Continue reading Share Your Shoes
Write a poem, They say, They say, I pick up my pencil, To their dismay, Is she following orders? How out of whack, For this girl to follow rules Would show a sign of contact. Ground control to major Tom, Ground control is having fun. Ground control is into it, Ground control ain't telling shit.
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