ENCHANTED WORD

Distance prevails

In the physical realm

but in the spirit,

it cannot be seen

No barrier will dare

hinder the love that we share

and the memories we hold in our dreams..

I see God multiplying back to me all the money I use, give, or circulate, in any way, in a never-ending cycle of increase and enjoyment.

I see God multiplying back to me all the money I use, give, or circulate, in any way, in a never-ending cycle of increase and enjoyment.

I see God multiplying back to me all the money I use, give, or circulate, in any way, in a never-ending cycle of increase and enjoyment.

All too often, I fall into the trap of stagnant procrastination. I dare not remain, though, lest I insane go. For, I am alive only in creation.
Oh, my people, my loves, my dear electric hearts, hear me because you are mine. Create in Rhythm. Dance to your song. What we share is the light behind our eyes..

Stretching sinews feels like the sweet cry of violin amidst whale song, flute, water, and bells. Its sweetness can gently be found with patience, silence, and listening..

Beaten down and trodden

by demanding societal norms,

he took shelter in my arms

and, thus, became reborn.

I am in the timeline of my highest good, my deepest desires, and my ultimate fulfillment.

I am in the timeline of my highest good, my deepest desires, and my ultimate fulfillment.

I am in the timeline of my highest good, my deepest desires, and my ultimate fulfillment.

I am in the timeline of my highest good, my deepest desires, and my ultimate fulfillment..

My Thoughts of You

Are Utmost High

I'm Dwelling There

In the Crown

I'm Open And

Flowing

Into Your Light

Poetry is life. As with music, so with poetry.
Since I can remember, words have been with me, but I grew up with little inspiration and access to culture, information, and books. I am still ignorant of the many forms and techniques of the art, but it is mine nonetheless, and I evolve daily.
I am a poet-a musician-in the process of making myself into me. I am creating the world, and that is an exciting and awe-inspiring thought to nurture.
My world is full of emotion. It’s full of love of exploration—light in a child’s eyes. It’s full of other poets and learning. My tribe will find me, I say. “Let there be Me.” I speak it, and “Let it be written.” You are who you are. There are no “aspiring” musicians, poets, actors, models, authors, etc. You simply “are.” This is dedicated to me and ALL the Creators out there bringing ideas/thoughts into existence/reality. This is dedicated also to my tribe. We’ll find each other in time. I love you. 

Dawn is Light, & it dawned upon me in my mind that only I can watch the progression of my shadow.

the Realm of Night

the World of Quiet Chaos On the Inside

that which only I can come to know

I rest with Vigil& flow with Ease

abstractly to the creation chaos precedes

to the Concrete flows this intrinsic darkness Delightful to your eyes Beyond the Dawn Outside In the Light