Single Celled Biopic Brain

I am sorry I’ve not met you or rather formally introduced. I am a small time song writer all’s free that I’ve produced. I want to scream from heights the subtle talks even fights or fits of laughter I’m so bright need I still your pretty light. The way a smile and stare go ours…

Seeing Your Art

Clouds full of prose; smiles speaking lines translated in my tears they’re quite sublime. Question my judgement, I’ve been there many times before you defeat fear and solve calamity. My conscience considers where I should proceed. As I take in now slowly your words spoken to me. My prying eyes they do open at enlightenment….

The Greatest Gift

I’m putting on my serious face for this one. Mainly because I mean every word that you are preparing to read. I revel in the thought that such fine and talented individuals such as yourselves found your way here to read anything I’ve written. Your likes are more appreciated than you could ever understand. I…

A Journey Of Discoveries

No need of words now that a look has captured. No need of sound now. Such things have raptured. Delivered unto the earth, returned up into the sky. No confusion all is clear and my view is so divine. I have delved deep inside, I have found myself well. So I return back unto the…

Mystically Healing Eyes

My mind is vexed as traces left from her shimmering eyes take hold and mysteriously come forth to heal that which I despise. Where I saw her stand, front and center with a fiery display, was magnificent to behold; her energy lingers and over me sways. Suddenly I’m transfixed, suddenly I question myself questions, that…

A Sentiment For The Queen

I find that I despair in certain circumstances; cut scene, curtains! I may draw only what I see because real differs to me. I’m peculiar but I hate not; I won’t forget eyes I sought. The other day and last night, now the bough it breaks not. Told I did her truth in a note….

Call Me By Name

Embers light brilliant skies and occupy this chaotic mind. As I lay my head at night my joy in your eyes ignites. The swell in the valley, here counting sheep I talley the times my heart rallies down streets passed alleys. Alleys which have dead ends is not where our story sends me to where…