I am not the sun
of desert rags
I am not the one
who burns your ***!
I am not the sun
of some holy war
burning in heat
for my brother's *****!

I am not the sun
that starves the north
the tip of the iceberg
chose his course...
I am not the sun
in love with lands
all the Amazons
and southern islands...

I am the Sun
I do not rule
I am but a star
Who's light shines true!

Extremism
is a condition
of an over active
existentialism

I imagine we’re all
an ism of some type
or sort
With that in common
we’re all cohorts!

Poeticism
has a hold on me..
Speaking in rhyme
Set a soul free..

When one takes sides
in an ism
the imitations
becomes a schism
Perhaps my philosophy
is lost in intuitionism!

Never a clearer channel
Shimmering shining bright
In the blinking of an eye
All that’s hidden comes to light!

Accelerating
In the movement of the stars
Unlimited conditions
Emerging creative fires!

Can you feel it?