What would it be- to turn to another page-- Where I did not hold any concept, Where I saw no more age.   It would be a new state of forgotten words, where we looked at each other, and beheld the observed.   So beautiful, So linear, and so out of line, Where time regains… Continue reading *Edit →

  Visualizing where I dream to be- Whilst being there is a mighty, mighty thing. To stand on the teeth of description, while maintaining my own integrity, and learning to form a formation of foundation, where my flow of knowledge may develop into a stream.   I speak of illusions that present themselves in farace.… Continue reading Portal-able →

"There is something in the air tonight," said The Sad One to The Queen, "I was walking around outside and--" She then proceeds to halt talking, as The Queen lowers her head, and whispers nonchalantly-- Something I cannot hear, since, I am just a distant observer writing. A secret of the trade -to share ideas… Continue reading Perspectivity: The Parable of The Queen & The Sad One →

"I lost my way," said the girl, who was found TODAY.

If truth is this & I am that- what is matter, when dependent on fact? If belief is knowing that you know that you know- then why waddle in doubt, yet feel comfort alone? Many poems on my minds & words from my soul, that get covered in cheese & fall right off the bone.… Continue reading Lady Justice: Wake Up in the Late Afternoon →

In such quarters, we plant & water with the words of Me, Sing, to sing of our inevitable horizons, thus sprouting forth into a land of liberty! I may turn, to turn, to move, & end up in 360°, The collective act of actions, reveals truth in actuality. Falling into focus, we wake up by… Continue reading Panorama’s Box →

Suffocated in a jar, The fog pushes down on my limbs, I become a tiny spec on the inside of your arm, and a piece of art from within, I don’t see the past as holding any barriers, since the water was stopped long ago, but each waking day and each slumping night, I see… Continue reading Tinker →

If you’re waiting for the light, then you’ve already missed the tunnel. If you’re struggling for the truth, it’s just self-breed denial. I’ve never lost myself in a crowd or inside a store— I’ve just gotten mixed like a salad & confused reflections with the door. Perception is a prankster, a trickster, if you will.… Continue reading If →