Morning Galphabet Szoup

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.

Ink therapy

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

Northwest blessed

I’m feeling fresh and clear

Freights

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.

Screen

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

A blessing

Everything ;

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

Arrival.

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