FLOWERETTE

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

The MFA [Final 4]

Imagery and logos Versus faces and brand A trademark apparel Of bones walking to destination Of spherical rotated land; A chisel within a filtered paragraph, A cherry on top of Re-released validation. It’s not me anymore, It’s myself; More than cay’s contrived aesthetic of spirit. I found Her center With flag in hand And thus… Continue reading The MFA [Final 4]

Degrade A Beef

ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ, sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Don’t think it is justifiable to end up all alone. I did this to myself; forgive me, I know. I think within my world, and I live within my oven. I fill it with biscuits growing towards the gates of nothing. It’s sorrowful when you realize all you can do is express… Continue reading Degrade A Beef

Golden Chaos

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

Living on Bunny Time

The delicate balance of thought & action of persistence & renewal of speaking & listening of knowing & trusting of reaching out & breaking through of hopping & spinning in place of following one’s white rabbit while He yells, “We are right on time.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ How do you rest in balance? What is your peace… Continue reading Living on Bunny Time

WBCW

The buffalo within speaks of destiny in choice. Relation in recognition of knowing that seeds of path are sewn into an elaborate tapestry of people, places, things. A composition of one’s own blueprint, a knower of scenes, a writer at their own cedar-wood adorned desk. This is me. Announce and speak humbly. A master in… Continue reading WBCW

The Invite

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

Golden Chaos

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