You are invited to August Feels Like Wednesday! The full experience which will be one of narration. Writing sometimes takes the form of songs, poetry, and Narration. Released Late this month 8.28.18.
Mark Your Calendars and get ready to experience food served by various artists! I won’t leave you hanging for too long! There will be plenty of desserts which will be released right before the main course!
Be on a lookout on for my Youtube channel
BandCamp where you can purchase the album for only 7 bucks!
AND FINALLY, YES – You are on the guest list!
Come as you are! No need to worry about what to wear, or cost. As always donations are always welcomed if you have been blessed by the meal!
I’m hovering over you because you’re over me.
Your shadow is a lurking creep and I swear it’s to keep me in the age of ancient time.
Sweet forces of bliss pantomimed.
In my heart and my conscious mind.
Addressing the tribulations of my alienated vocal dimension – I beckon to be heard.
Through a lover like you, with a season of passion and a river of mention.
To be carried under your umbrella of comfort, I plead for the rain to shower.
Just to be felt by your grasp, only a little more, and I’ll be closer into the pondering of your mind.
Comforted by the sweet walls of your thoughts.
These scales of recognition are trailing marks of your interest to me.
Your ideas carved with me in sound.
Breathlessly my own sequence of words is captured in the engaging glare.
Considering how rare and considerate you are of the expression kept inside you – I am eternally honored!
I feel as if eye am discovering a painting that is encoded on the pyramids of Egypt!
Your curves are like numbers and it’s a special trance to describe!
When I first opened the email, the eye just glazed into the pictures.
I can’t help it! Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to.
I apologize if my words might appear a bit scandalous but if they help provoke a sense of urgency then….Damn it.
I use words that can possibly teach you how sincere I am – some words are better understood with a sense of character in them.
So when I tell you that looking at your body makes me bite my lip, it’s true.
My imagination rips your clothes off slowly while my hands sculpture your essence.
If eye could teach you like an ancient understanding of how deeply bad I want you- Solomon and Shakespeare would be remiss.
We listen to songs that attempt to capture feelings and arouse the power at night.
We become strategic and lay out our melody and notes!
But IF I was there, I would just enter into you like the wind enters the desert.
We could make our own noise later!
Everything that makes sense in our mind will become logic when I touch you.
Words would fail us desperately, but that’s OK because I would be one with you.
Our spirits in flight, traveling to all of those illustrative pictures and poems of true sexuality.