i have a reply but i’m unable to share it
i got a word but i’m thinking you’re unable to bear it!
that’s to say ; this word can climb trees :
this word will get you to confess on your knees !
like a fox searches for prey
I’m traveling by stealthy feet
hoping my capture will widen and greet
all of the variations of foods supply, are written true & tasty in my mind’s eye!
i dare not hide the notion that exceeds your ocean !!!
rocking and waving, for all the discs playing (in stereo) by the love we’re saving.
arriving at a point to say, SCREAM, & rElAy!
it’s to no dismay : even with a sad & hardened heart, the response of the shadows, honor light at the first start
even when the ‘aims’ do not fully chart…
🤔😕🧐😟😐🤨
popping tums
for my stomach ‘ummm’s’
pausing where the growls meet a pregnant wonder
so that my thoughts might strike like thunder
and the meaning to believe: reaches you : so
that you are rescued from drowning under
my heart is beating all at once
trying to discover why the race has slurred
my visions blurred
i wanna know
i’m trying
gas is expensive, so like the squirrel i’m flying
from the sacred antediluvian tree, to the smell of tropical fruits and smoked brie
as we walk on native indigenous lands,may our wills be set to struggle and UNDERSTAND!
i’m just remembering to write down what i’m assigned // aligned to do. dedication to the pen is a thrill oftentimes neglected. we don’t even give much time to everything we’ve done. while looking back at the things i’ve done, i still remain in jubilation at the many spaces made to continue advancing a better world.
whatever that looks like for my history. where the future resides. how i’ve come / coming / came to the terms of the spiritual world and the deep dividing of who is what & where meets there at the crossroads…
& i must go & i must go alone
you can’t call me on the telephone…”
it’s so many thoughts i have to get through. most of which i’ve only began to scratch. i am committed to redeeming these notions because it’s where i’m found. my heart is breathing steadily and it making me an outlier.
a present alien to foreign ground. it’s my awakening. the beast and flower passing into a truthful power. being strong in disagreeing. the seeing and the flowers of believing. i’ve done many things and now is a time for organizing of every material reality. so that i can see! i’m ready to jump in the 🔥FIRE🔥 and ignite the wire while being fit with a deserving attire.
Moon and Sun : resourceful and remorseful is the cry when requirements have been unreached. making a speech to the pupils who are soon capable to teach. yet, always remaining a student and in study of the rule, whereby change constantly occurs. uncovering this answer with jotted lines of smooth but rough stirs.
the pencil is a treasured friend. in it – I can erase with pace the mistakes that are to surely take place. + an ASMR luxury, with mechanical ease, the pencil also sharpens the ears with a delicate breeze. unlike the pen or permanent sharpie : one does not have to outdo the lines with scribble (though the dribble can be one of an honorable threaded typo) leading us into the fate of a pristine date!!! (ain’t that gr8?)
extension……to be acknowledged in the silence. a retreat festering deep. my soul seeking to be at a place of ‘SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE’ weighing it all. transforming. honing into the knew me. harmonizing the conscious and unconscious.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 