Part one of me, myself, remembers past intention. I receive what I am, and I sow of what is given. Organically speaking, I shall ramble on through; pardon my bluntness, but the truth is not suddenly new. Patterns of my speech mixed with the use of specific conjunctions-- Hell! If it were 1942, I'd reap… Continue reading Around The Bodhi Tree, Verses of A Mirror
Written at pre-show benefit for The Mockingbird Foundation & The Waterwheel Foundation on 12/30/2016 at MSG NYC There is a foundation that ebbs and flies, With the intention of signaling motive within tribe, Fro the bird that mocks the wind, Flow of bout as thunder water bends, Air the wheel rolling down the mountain, Spurs… Continue reading Welcome, This is A Wheelhouse
I am here, I am Alice, A vision of a tear, That is alive, That is vacant of fear, I am you, I am me, I am all reprocussive Not a theme, I am real, Not to be discussive. To be, To not, To know the plot. To live, To breathe, To trail in everything.… Continue reading *Edit in The Cart
"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
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