[Please see Trail Map for Details] Standing at the top of the ledge and I’m looking down. I can see the way to the bottom, as this face is steeping me in renditions of heard regards and pronunciations of leveed trance. The horns pulled at my eyelids, my pupils become student body; a… Continue reading Giant’s Steps or Gitalong Road?
Fear is not super great. Something I write to on lonely nights, Asking it to fill in blanks. It’s not something I rock back & forth to; teeth holding handkerchief in hand. I’m soaked in mucus & crying like a caterpillar who awoke minutes before wings burst forth to break shell, break form. A gestation… Continue reading Junk for Joy [God’s Spies in Voice of Gilded Constituents]
Out from Under the Boardwalk If you said that you could hear my voice speaking through the seagulls at the beach, I would believe you. I’d tell you that if you stand in the right place at a specific time, Like say, When the crows fly home, You could forever embrace the talk of my… Continue reading Out from Under the Boardwalk
Enjoy the Music Video for “World Peace a Thing” by Kendra & the Bunnies on the album, “of Vinyl” Streaming now on all music platforms Tangible albums also available for order on my website. Additionally, this video is up on my youtube channel. May You Have a Peaceful Weekend ☮︎♡ #MusicVideo #WorldPeace #Hippie… Continue reading “World Peace a Thing” Music Video
Something interesting happened tonight; I forgave myself for all those missteps, mistakes, misshapen moments. I forgave myself for looking twice before crossing the road, then three times, then an even dozen. I forgave myself for over-watching my own human-bound figure with such over-powering precision of intensity that at times, I lacked ability to move. I… Continue reading da Capo.
FLOWERETTE Artlessness, it remains at the beginning of the road, with aspirations of hope, making me reach further, my small arm could extend; The concoctions engraved in my young mind were potions resulting in different fates. Everything began to brighten, my needs dwindled to that of a picturesque thread, and conversating got filed away as… Continue reading FLOWERETTE
Went to ask of Alice And hear the things she said. Whispering of cabbages And soddered cups to fill my head. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In, amongst, amidst the kin, she offered to spill of grins, fellow monks that saturate the silence to begin. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Advancement,” she said, “can be discussed over tea.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alas, I could not… Continue reading The Invite
There's a girl, who walks in a field, surrounded by flowers She can only feel. Free from the sunset that falls on her back, She dances and sings every word on the track. The moon is her light of a loving composer, Filling the beat with sounds of the slumber drifting closer. Finding the shore… Continue reading Golden Chaos
It’s all Greek to me on a humble escape stumbling home. A cave of sightless allegory, yet Spirit fondly overheard. Wind sings sweetly of sound wings carrying the Songbird. It’s held in vase — service to the listener takes notes on how to fly over & then with her. The Wild pines to lead conical… Continue reading Olympic Flame [The Torch]
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