I consider myself as a flower in this present moment.
My blossoming is returning into the favors of appearance.
I’m being studied by the witness of tender charms, She picked me up and has now placed me in her prized vessel.
Will she remember to water me as I am without roots?
The overwhelming influx of attention.
Desiring to be spotted, for your name to be realized in the numbers that endlessly count over and over again.
An explosion of popularity is lost in an instant.
It’s the piercing genesis and ever so present revelation.
NO one actually remembers your strokes, as the canvas was a universe of constant mirrors.
Such Vastness beckons at the true identity of, on the line presence.
The NEW system has culturally shown the interest for sharing in the realms of mirrored puppetry.
By the blink of normalcy, you are beginning to lose the flavor of deeply rooted soils. The vessels shatter upon the grievance of ritual.
First man to die For the flag we now hold high [Crispus Attucks] Was a black man The ground were we stand With the flag held in our hand Was first the red man’s Guide of a ship On the first Columbus trip [Pedro Alonzo Nino] Was a brown man The railroads for trains Came […]
I am where I am not because I completely opened myself to the regions of depth.But because I realized, there is also simplicity involved in the nature of the world.Think of the children and the willingness they give as it pertains to learning.It becomes the code of balance of simplicity and complexity when we mature.We can explore the heights of galaxies and the lowest of the seas but ultimately that’s unrelated to us in the whole sense of the world.
Lengthy explanations and subjects really drain me. It goes on forever it seems and that’s not my voyage. I rather belong to a healthier assembly.My appetite has never been to swallow papers of artifacts and geographical philosophies. Take me into the sands of simplicity, where blue means the sky, and red are strawberries. The shades of gray, are thousands, but my human eyes can’t bear to even perceive the formula of 20/20.
I am drowning in the vast seas of interrogatives and explanations. You simply give me more than I can measure. I want an ability to circumference the weight of silence. Breathing in and out your words and exhaling the engulfing measure of my next phrase.
It’s really E A S Y. What comes after, D (Doubt), and what comes before Y (You)