A fissure

Sharp fusion.
It spoke. It’s breaths were spectacular. It didn’t even hum. 

A crystal eye.


The switching between apps on mobile devices such as phones and wearables is a SEAM in a SEAMLESS WORLD.

It’s an in-and-out. A pause of travel within our reflective device.



For the coming age:

A stronger core.

I am not a stranger.

(Internal dialogue)

Another day, the same burrow.

I saw an angel today.

I saw myself.

I know that we can find God in ourselves, for one,

and in others, for our self.

I accept what I am.

But I don’t know what to believe.

I arranged the trinkets in my bags and on table tops.

I watched the sun come up and turn the place light blue, just a hint from behind the lamps. Enough for another day.



Then she spoke with a sense of urgency.

Hidden behind a concrete wall
With her finger prying the backside of a heart.

Tell me the things that you’ve done.
   ‘Tell me the things that you will do to me’

She spoke a thousand words with just one look.
           So I wanted to be closer…
I put one foot after the other
     And I spoke.

The Overture

This Loudspeaker, it’s a timepiece
that I don’t know how to play.

This overture, it’s a masterpiece
that puts me on display.

This rocking and ringing, it’s a failed piece
That’ll shine the rocks, as whiskey’s mate.

And the piano lingers on…and the descending of the keys

light up the room with valence

to you, to me.


Sense of Self-Importance

God has to have a sense of humor.

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PC: http://www.parents-choice.org/article.cfm?art_id=294

Not a mean one, but a funny one. One that teaches you lessons, if God has meaning.

But what if the memory is just what we put out. As a self narration we existed and we exist. It could lead a man to good pain and nutrition.

I found myself a window pane and wrote beside the doors. I filled the room with my love. Observations and interactions as concurrent with human nature, animal nature, horticultural nature, and Life, and the like.

I wrote myself a song to fill the air. I wrote myself a song meant to be only fair.
I wrote myself a song.