Literature is a little bit illiterate.
It’s not deliberate I figure it’s..m
Just a step taken not mistaken
When the pen hits the pad not much is
Life taken for granted
like I’m my own mother giving lashes
But I be splashing in the pools of time; unwind
I find. My peace in single moments
then I hold it….
Oh so deeply . oh if you could see» into my mind
The magic amidst the tragic you’ll find;
It’s a little bit fragmented but sentiments unprecedented whenever
I get a good vibrations I let it reside into the residence
Resignate mmmm, my soul escapes
I’m so awake
Here and now, now and here.
All is clear.