How does one do on a day like today? When constructors label, “detour” in the medieval sacrament of normally swayed. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And open windows that speak of close to my wrists, to my wrists slamming the door, slamming the door to my found shuttles. Live chant for peace removes disgruntled. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ How do you go… Continue reading The Natives of Orchestration
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***Stardom***
Melodicism fused with eager anticipation; Falling in love despite onerous offenders. Name and claim your musician style and let the bio reflect thus uniquity. Your intention should speak to the listener in the same Voice as your heart. Skating on the balance of less and more. Let’s Dance. It’s our autobiography, and I am happy… Continue reading ***Stardom***
Ode To Healer
Promise : I will stand for cultural growth through understanding my own perspective on solidity. • . I will heal the wounds of my current life, and I will synchronize this healing with those around me, causing a ripple effect. • . I will use words to speak knowledge, and I will not use words… Continue reading Ode To Healer
A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. V
The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul. Once open to arriving, I had no need to visualize a door. For, like the butter, I could not believe that I was the Homeowner and also, the Key. Oh! How foolish it would be! To be matter of fact! To be like a deck… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. V
Will, Son!
Radiant is thou, wafting through the forest; I remember the time we pranced around fellow tourists. I judge when I live, so I think while I breathe. I dislike a taste for negativity, & question my pity for the green— Where are the echoes? Must I always pick up on the universal radio?… Continue reading Will, Son!
The Autumn [Winter] Queen
Creation of space, Creation of sound, Creation of who, Creation of now, Relation to me, the birds see how. Look into the eyes of a forgotten frown. Welcome to Pleasantview, Welcome to noise, Step into followship, Step into ploys. Reverse the signs, Sign the reverse. Green mellowed lies— you leave on verse. Spell the name, … Continue reading The Autumn [Winter] Queen
8 on Tour, 11 on Shore
I stood inside a moment, where people just walked by— They ignored my presence, as if I was in disguise— • I seek minds of reflection, and tell of, they rhyme. • I can feel through the music that breaks up the distance of quiet finds. • I am strong and filled with force— I… Continue reading 8 on Tour, 11 on Shore
Bertha ☬
Jumping of my bones From the sands I left behind, From the seconds Cloaked in dusty spells I swear I could define. Rite by write, I took the letters that fell into my head... ... and formed them into future ... treads (don’t).
Hide [Cc: Rider]
The truth runs with my blood, trots with horses in open fields, caresses the slick skin of an animal deep in the sea. No one really sees it, my condolences continue to graze the top of the pond. No one knows, No one would bare to understand. A battle of love and want. The surface… Continue reading Hide [Cc: Rider]
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