behind the liquor store on catalina street the acacia was growing thick. the first Queen of the wolves she grew so that her human form became her head grew out of the wolfs head. she is becoming all that yin and yang guns and Ghandi Jesus , Brabus the Son of the Father we drive … Continue reading she is becoming
Month: March 2017
she is free
the new moon is perfect dress dragging behind her barefoot she is free every moment with her is a million years she is free and her smile forbade a thousand tears the sun opened every door to find her and he did
oh but the ocean air..
the new moon is perfect while she walks restfully up to the bow ocean air wind catching seagulls to float where we are, no trees grow no leaves grace this area oh but the ocean air and its delight brings us dolphins...
the new moon is perfect merrily she sings while hanging laundry in spring time flower scent thick in the air..
you are perfect how? its just what is.
we stole the lion…
a mohave sunrise while moon sets and the trees in a new desert had the emergent response of a long term drought blasted off we ran got outa earths orbit we ran the high ram we stole him away we stole the lion we stole the lamb we made them our tool we remotely broadcast … Continue reading we stole the lion…
i just needed to see you smile it recharged me i side stepped negativity and could talk to anything..
the bonds of time shattered..
when Orions belt was shown we began to heal the bonds of time shattered the planets shuttered we languished and kept us up late rising early oh Saturn as he should have been oh the space we created after and how Mother Earth began to heal. Jupiter would never forsake us mars finally a place … Continue reading the bonds of time shattered..
the devil cannot be where God is…
an angel whos soft light glows in darkness though soft still bright. happiness and sweet somethings from nothing fill the atmosphere around her flowers eternally grow where she walks the devil cannot be where God is..
you never left..
creating a world in which imagining consists of a world in which everything resonates with harmonious coexistance and even a discord has a place i think out until i become everything i open my eyes i see the world pulsating im still breathing i never left.