Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.
Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.
I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.
It’s dark morning.
The time for rhyme therapy; my clarity
Climb out of disparity; hearing me
Write these words; observe purpose
Present moment is the service
Back again with a digital saturated pen
Micro ink blot.
Thank you my friend.
The universe grants me another day
Thankful and it’s never in vain
I’m finding peace here in the winters air
I’m feeling fresh and clear
My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time
Trains are a subconscious obsession
I ride them nightly in my dreams
It is symbolic by all means to me yet
I do not know what it means
Freight trains that loop around a city in my mind
What is this obsession?
Graffiti and train yards
My love for art and adventure
In real time I hear the trains in my neighborhood
Passing through, choo choo
All I dream about is trains
Running the city in a loop.
In the morning I play with words
Await the birds song
When sunrise comes along
The arrival of love I long
They nest as I rest as well
Buddhist bell singing bowl
Universe please bring me more
Days like this; I await my bliss
Kiss the Moon Stars and Sky
To this midnight I thank
N say my goodbye
Rain does pour n I adore it
The rain tatter torn born seeds in the earth
Self talk to self love please endulge in life lessons
Ways and means around us are profound thus
I move like everything is everything; molecular atom tandem
My words splash satellites in the night sky bouncing and burning hard drive wires
For all eyes to bare witness to my bare words descriptive
I have arrived from another place another time
Hidden in the stars and in the drifting clouds in the sky
Somewhere in the world’s between worlds
In the Subconscious; in the serene blur
In the complex of simplicity; I have arrived here
In my awakening the clouds crack with thunder and lightning
As I am from far above the oceans and moons and Sun
This place is sacred as well and I shall roam; call it home
Until it is the end and the time for me to go
You will know my love for life; my life is love