So much air does the vac take to be around in life with the being of essence in hand Alice is no idea of demands reminding of thus bars its time to farm the growth and be of oath to squire redundant round arrows stow it away! I see I am blind and quite transcendent… Continue reading The Dozen
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Field Notes: Slanted Poetry, Tales of Drunken Sound
{'Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact, and once upon a theme, I found -- the craft, To be, To be, To be, Softly found on the brink of budding endeavors, whilst being two themes.}
Mountainous Man
In the beginning, there was a man, moving swiftly; left to right, foot by foot, edging up to the summit of inner in her heart.
Inspiration is The Theme of A Place
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.
She Came in Through The Broken Arrow
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.
Federal
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
Who is He?
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. 🕯
Ears Up
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
Relation5ship
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.
