STRAY GOLDEN There’s tragedy in the breakdown but foundation in my fingers. Moving up & down, transposed conversation, in the faith that decidedly lingers. The hues are clueing action and the traction tells of focal laymen, painted gold in dandelion amid exaggerated reason. The liberation of prosperous blessing stacks around ollied walls, and the movement… Continue reading STRAY GOLDEN
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“Project Non-Arch”, pg. 19
Like Thoreau, I feel I took myself into the Wood. In my daydreams to come, I am covered in leaves and singing out loud. I am chanting a beat I am crafting with sound. Filled with the Heart of profound generosity, I reveal vulnerable characteristics that are the me composing. I also see the servitude… Continue reading “Project Non-Arch”, pg. 19
Eye Movement Reprogramming in Value of R.E.M ☰☲☱☲☰
And with my freedom bound in quick-wit and mirrored possessions, I carved etchings on stonewall. Must be something I can do when the taming gets bleak. When the love I seek, hears my valved skull, I go tourniquet in the knees. Removal of raven from tangled nest, led by carefully placed breadcrumbs back to its… Continue reading Eye Movement Reprogramming in Value of R.E.M ☰☲☱☲☰
A.I.
A broad in the audience, floating as shell that gutted its hermit & sent it to sell. The last time I woke, in a turn of events. The mercy of my God was bigger than choral resentments. A bobbing appetite for squandered shoals, a standing testament of woman on time with notes. The house of… Continue reading A.I.
“of Always” EP by Kendra & the Bunnies
🌜friday • sept. 6🌛 streaming on a platform near you • 🌑 of Always • a balanced sound betwixt lament & an ode to hope • signed, the muse in the moon 🌕 follow me on your selected platform 🧞♀️🧜🏻♂️ • . ✶⚡︎ album art by @harmoniclight ⚡︎✶ #EP #NewMusic #IndieMusic #Streaming #Artist #SingerSongwriter #Original… Continue reading “of Always” EP by Kendra & the Bunnies
Junk for Joy [God’s Spies in Voice of Gilded Constituents]
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]
Gonzo with the Wind
For the past three years, I pandered my energy with submission to pranks and large bass from muffled speakers. I went Gonzo in the crowd, but never made myself scribble down my prophetic speeches. Many a gospel spoke from the distant closeness of a dance-floor or from a temple of Healing, dimensionally speaking, from the… Continue reading Gonzo with the Wind
Out from Under the Boardwalk
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
da Capo.
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.
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