I live in a slim rainbow hue of reality ,
where this is actually the dream,
&& waking up means living today,
Meaningfully.
Aware in this very moment,
i could, at last,
meet my maker.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
How those words,
do ring true.
You would have to be pretty hollow,
for them to echo this long.
echo they do
echo they do
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Waltz,
Spirits,
&& so much more.
Eyes,
Inspire,
Wildfires.
In him,
Within.
Child-size surprise,
Akin to lands lost,
in s p a c e, in time.
Arise.
The Sun Ascends.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
&& Soot fell like snow,
all around.
Sheets of rainbows,
&& hail reign of the heavens.
Hue-man are you, then,
&& suffering is all.
Get my best,
She will,
&& give her some more,
I am.
Let me be.
For you.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
She speak to me.
The light in her eyes,
shake-n-shimmy,
on her thighs.
Delicate dancing flower,
every time i give a listen,
she leaves me surprised.
Inspiration abundantly,
twist && turn,
feel the breeze, swaying trees,
i look && love the light i see.
Listening
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Poison the well.
We do all that we can.
Not for the great return,
no,
but to know.
I'm good for a while I'm last.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
The palms of the tropics,
Will clap if yu want to.
An image unsought.
Light rays burnt.
committed to physical memory,
reflecting the times,
the tide.
She asked,
"How do yu know it's an eagle, baby?"
Without a doubt in this world,
his lips formed in simple,
"Eagle flies higher than all the rest.
Carries man's prayers to heaven."
As the beat carries on.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
As the markings on your arm,
Appear to me as light,
In the darkness of my eyes,
Tracing the path of the caravan.
“What do you fear?”
She asked,
Of me, and now.
To whom am I speaking?
For the rest of the time,
In my head, in my mind,
It is you, who
I am speaking to.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
Discovered in my valley
Deep in the sauna heat
"Where to?"
The North, of course
Ta-Kwa-Men-om
Those eyes though,
They can be many things,
Flashing passion,
from one to the next
The pleasure,
Love,
all mine.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
I am only a loan.
This life,
alive,
alone.
Dashed out quickly,
on the cold, wet concrete.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC