Two walls of the sea.
Walk of Earth through the abyss.
Watery road home.

Sprouting towards the sun.
New life leaves shade underneath.
Future babies born.

In this modern world.
An Ancient Soul crying out.
For rememberence.

Fragmentation, we see perspective pieces of partioned existence
Departilization, show me what's buried deeper in the soild soul
Fermentation, drunk on the desires of my shaking breath
I hate this case that holds me.
Ivory sheets pulled taught over bones and memories
Don't run away
Intensity is what you asked for
Burning,
Inhaled,
Shakes,
On the edge of my
Tip of tongue
Let's wrestle with destiny
What is my name?
What was this first light to enter my eyes?
I
Am.

Setting of the past.
A guest now for the present.
Eating the future.

My name; to be loved.
By two gentle arms and hands.
Uncovering the New.

Craving purity
Holy Ghost infinity
Dance the eternal.

Want frozen secrets?
Sir, your ice pick is too short.
Provide extension?

Come fourth blooming seed
Expose naked Satan's sin
Let good fruit spring out .

You pay attention.
Juggling in small spaces.
Arms reach out for more.

Bird's eye view; vision.
Like the T.V but better.
Message unhindered.

Two Big Palms hold; pass.
Big blue orb midst yellow stars.
Breaking up distance.

Mounding mustard faith.
A tiny start; bigger end.
A bloom, drops, becomes.

Valiant vessel.
Holding much to carry far.
Useful everywhere.

Brace me against it.
Fountains of momentum break.
Clashing out the flood.

A shout shakes all things
Hovering church overlooks
Judgments reflection.

Beaked friends love wet grains.
Empty bowls hold no flavor.
Regardless they sing.

Scrubbing and shining.
This figure erodes to bits.
A spot always missed.

Flying feathered groups.
Flocks of fowl make patterns.
The same direction.

A prelight; relight.
Reviving glow breaks the line!
Overflow of Light.

A promising sight.
The horn shaped basket of fruits.
Plentiful and good.

Colored paper fool.
Crowing coward face the waif.
Gaze of hungry eyes.

Satellite City.
Fire me your Frequency.
From above, within.

Mammon madmen me.
Two paths to dueling choices.
Two masters; one served.

The little things are hard to notice
amidst all of the noise.
Ads screaming for stores,
Propaganda spewing from political parties,
People shouting for your time,
and the world spinning fast,
Faster now,
Day turns to night and I've forgotten the way rose smells.
Work
Clock in
Clock out.
Weeks, months, years,
turn into dollars my ego can't wait to waste.
This flow feels endless,
gotta catch a break.
In between dimensions,
where the veils once covered,
now they surround.
Silence a gift,
from the Holy One.
Blurs focus, as these details are becoming clearer.
Marveling at this beauty, I understand.

Two round dinner plates.
Feast on the great possession.
Expecting more days.

Two opposing thoughts.
Belief, the toughest practice.
Ultimate Reward.

Insurmountable
odds are a pass time for the
propagating leaf.

Hidden in safety.
Mystery lives, rests, and waits.
Lifting shrouds with time.

Inside this dwelling.
Unimaginable joy.
Seeing through glass panes.

Attempting capture.
Rising days and setting nights.
A subject too big.

Doomed dust claims sourced seed.
Hemlock to dandelion.
Loam lore lends life light.

We vines and branches.
Learn to love and lose our thorns.
Producing new fruits.

Surrounded by wolves.
Safe and sound under the Rod.
Found, counted, and saved.

No glory to find.
In the riches of the earth.
Look up and see some.

Crafty artisan.
Feeds upon the stones of birth.
Gleaming in the eyes.

Changing directions.
Shapes speak with points of bending.
A journey of lines.

Great big empty space.
Great loss leads a teary muse.
Grateful at the end.

I see You in leaves.
A light side contrasts the dark.
Bringing joy with Hue.

Latticed deja vu.
Arbor of my mind recalled.
Garden beyond; home.

Feed my greed
green paper fees
show me what is feels like to stare at the world from above it
that space between in a room full of friendly faces
words of affirmation
play pretend at love
I have a knack for numbing
ask me what it's worth
with my hands stuck in my pockets
and my heart locked up with keys lost
next to the innocence I hate to set free
but the American Dream was calling
like a coward I fell in step
to join the herd of herds of herding
to a place where money grows on trees
as apples rot upon the ground
where the sky is full of blackness
the air we breath is stale
maybe with our heads stuck in the clouds
we will forget to be hungry
hang our hats up
honey I'm home.

Wandering worldlings.
Expansive minds and gold hearts.
Lacking room for you.

A place void of shape.
Exists within my mind's eye.
Past words; only faith.

White Fleece soaked in sin.
Blood speaks to The Beginning.
Smell the fragrant Breath.

Segmented letters.
Sounds, pauses, communicate.
Leaning on the Word.

Look codoledens!
Rising to the occasion!
Beholding the Light!

Beasts of old rooting.
Sweet deceit smells of apples.
Thankfully, I'm full.

Winged Messages fall.
Spinning, dancing, and flipping.
Land on earth to grow.

Be fruitful dear branch.
A seed spread to fertilize.
Futures for the Tree.

In the beginning.
God gave a Word, to call things
We repeat the names.