Freedom ,
Pure Flight Stimulation
Grounded feet firm upon the white sand
Playing expressions true soul filled
Love.
The Circus, Clowns, Kids Memorized
Fantasies set free
The Magic of Love
A Circle in the white sand
LETS ALL TRY TO REMEMBER
THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN.

Chronic head disorder.
One hour to enter the severe pain
into one’s head just because it doesn’t show up on imaging
One hour for them to fully feel and taste the pain
I continue to seek a thrown stone relief of free movement.
One hour I do not seek to have them suffer
Just to understand, when I say I try.
One hour of complete freedom, pain redemption
It’s not in my head.
Acceptance, too many specialists with no results.
One Hour is all I ask.
As one hour of severe pain is a lifetime when it does not stop
for hours, days.. it’s not cancer a pinpointed result.
One hour I would give just to have a true diagnosis
and palpable manageable relief.
One hour I have to keep living
One Hour shake my hand and just honor my words
when I say I just need help

Waddle smile together
Caring for each other group bond
Americans isolated money selfish
All of us come together
We are all penguins
We have been chained since far beyond are memories the
belief that we must live in self contained divided classes
Now is the time for all of us
to waddle and smile together to be penguins and care for each other as one
It will undoubtedly  come about in my vision that the slowly but surely the crumbling of the the deep rooted belief of our divided classes will soon be one group waddling into the ocean of true palpable feeling for all. Just a vision of mine but one vision can turn into many
Love you all.

Daugnter — lost in drugs, is she alive no contact
Son — a gentle giant
Myself lost in a magnificent forest of my minds creation
I Lost my footing in a blink of an eye.
Opened eyes my forest was barren and naked
My path  I lost my footing on
melted away.
Me— lost indeed frozen in fear

Cleanliness, Godliness
Godliness, Cleanliness
Sweep the broom away
Beyond the smiles
Beyond the frowns
Take the ride of immaculate conception
Being right here, present with true delight.
Sweep the broom away
Cleanliness next to Godliness,
or is it such that Godliness is truly next to Cleanliness.

Lost Myself
My true blue friend disappeared
Time Ticks
A moment lost
Lost Myself
Glass shatters
Mountains split
Heavy tar trickles downward
Stuck  in my soul
Lost myself
Time Ticks
Lost myself
My true blue friend, my bother passed away today, in the blink of my eye
Maybe the underlying meaning of a deep loss
is to find yourself.

Wizards, Shamans
Doctors, Lawyers
Fog filled magic in the city of lights
People listening to themselves for themselves
I spin around , my eyes blurry, am I at work
Is this living
Frogs and squirrels , choking through the toxic sludge
The necessary elimination of an overrun population
Souls already sick, a mass elimination is needed
From animals , nature, incurable mutated virus evolves.
It must be as history throughout time follows true it’s timeframe
Overpopulation  must be cleansed
As the world becomes anew again , hope for Mother Earth,
Shamans and Wizards.