I am the angel of music, the phantom. Possessing, drawing you in. Give me your mind, give me your soul, your very last breath. I own you. The spell has been cast, the web spun. I am the angel of music. Come, come, come to me. There is nothing to fear as long as […]
Shackled, Hog-tied. Self-imposed or realized? Now isn’t that debatable. Perhaps it’s just a point of view, a reference point. Maybe, maybe not. Who’s to say? Well, it is you who has the say. You are the one to garner this perspective are you not. It really isn’t about the what is happening to you.
Thoughts, processes. Delivered, undelivered. Realized, unrealized. Gained, lost. Beginnings, ends. Worlds at your fingertips. Lifetimes through the ink. Transference from your consciousness through to your mind, spread forth from your fingers. What a beautiful dance. Pure poetry. Your poetry. This poetry has no rules, no page boundaries. There are no rhymes to adhere
I don’t know math. My brain is just not wired for it so why would I be woken up before my alarm clock goes off to a message from beyond about pi times seven squared? Is that even a thing? Well, I kinda sorta have an idea…Albert. Why the math? ‘It is central to
Inspiration, like the leaves fallen from the trees, come in many forms. The wind carries these leaves, up, down, left, right. Some leaves travel. Some stay right where they are. The leaf will always remain the leaf but what will change is the leaf’s perspective. The newly fallen leaf might join the leaf that
Tender nuances, little itty-bitty nuggets thrown in for good measure. You must follow along. Keep your head in the game if you are to pick them up, take notice. They are not upfront, not front and center. They are not supposed to be. Watch a movie a second and third time, you will notice
