Collaboration Vs. Opposition 

The roses that bloom in the Spring are as vibrant as the winter snow, all is in preparation for illustrious summer days.

When the rain comes flooding down it also works is in collaboration with the earth. As the Earth sings its delight the rain penetrates its gift into the ground. The plants too rejoice as nature takes its imaginative course into our reality.

How wondrous it is to see how the world around us takes its place in order resolving into its own beauty outward.

Humanity has its unique connection to the visible world.

In humanities thoughtful aspirations it can seek unity together as being one in the open air. blooming like the rose and settling like the snow all in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

In humanities thoughtful aspirations it can seek unity together as being one together in the open air. Sprouting like the rose and settling like the snow all in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

It is then as one like a blooming rose and as the settling snow, all can wait in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

Source: Collaboration

To Pursue A Mocking Bird

 

It was in that moment of pursuit that I realized miracles can happen.

Frame-outlands back woods where justice lingers looking for a friend. 

Season-Eyeing the birds waiting for a moment to fly. 

Outback-wilderness speaks and dust picks up in a fury blowing outward onto the grassy knoll.

Flames-Passion has no place among the strong. Energy as no desire for the rich. 

Piles-leaps in the womb until it quivers into the soul for birth. What am I?

Opera-tones that speak in the night until it rings into a message of truth.

Booths-Keep quit the thoughts of many but savor the intrigue. 

Solids-rock hard ambition nestled in with delight.

Plain Jane-Dusty old warlords who can’t get their attitude right.

Peaks-It wasn’t until pleasure kept its word that I took a moment to puke.

Destiny-Fire and Ice. Water and Air. Earth and Breath. Soul and Spirit. 

Wheel-Two steps closer to a dream deferred.

Pain-A substance necessary for growth. Weeds.

Love-Guides in the moonlight. Flickers out into eternity until it stops.

Air-Breathe

Death-Breeds you for rebirth then shoots you out like a dream.

Tolerance-Backsplash

Fire-cleansing marks that wave for clarity.

Source: Pursue

Apprentice 2.0

It takes a moment before we seek each other in that place we call Love.

Watching the craft of imagination in a continual series of the mind’s eye.

We unfold together watching each other, learning, breathing and growing.

Watering our seeds we unite on a journey together that evokes knowledge. Our deeds speak are motion talks.

Seasons pass and we hold the key and unlock our truth.

Now I know what you know! Or do I?

The test ensues….

Through trial, heartache, and suffering the task becomes complete. Pass the mountains and the range I see a renewed creation.

The world is open and the day is clear to be a master now.

 

Source: Apprentice

Roots The Sequel

Act I, Scene I

Near the Dark side of the New Moon. Upsetion and Warlock sit with each other on the ground as they begin to converse.                                                  

Upsetion. It wasn’t fair now, was it? How life dealt its final blow to our impending dreams by shattering them into what seemed to be a thousand and one pieces. Was this broken realization a gift in disguise that faltered?

Warlock. It wasn’t meant for you anyway. Cast your shadows down. You’re not meant to be where you are. If you were even the least bit hostile you could really be a vivid imagination gone wrong. Why do you spend time questioning your reality anyway? Give in to your sense you fool.

Upsetion. There must be a way out of this misery. I shall search within and find it.

Warlock (Smirking with a resounding laugh).Then search you disillusioned fool! What do you think and feel yourself to find? Misery most likely with hurtful results that prove your faults for fantasy.

Upsetion embarks on a journey into the unknown. Traveling all over the moon until the day the illumination of the full moon reaches its peak. Upsetion stops suddenly and Upsetion’s soul softly whispers its truth.

Voice (Whispering softly close to Upsetion’s Heart) You have left your home and now you are here in the now of time. What is that you want?

Upsetion. (Nervosly whispers back to the voice) I…I want to be free…

Voice.Then believe that you are. Do you believe? How does it feel to be free? what do you see?

Yes yes, I believe then. It feels…It feels…Fantastic…I see my dreams I’m there living them it’s so…it’s so beautiful. I’m so happy…

Smiling Upsetion slips into ecstasy and falls to the ground.

Voice.There…you are no longer Upsetion you are, Citrineyes. A new name for a new way of being. Now rise up and live free.

In shock and awe, Cirtineyes arises no longer Upsetion but believing and feeling to be Citrineyes. Suddenly warlock appears as the moon slips into a waxing pose.

Warlock. (Shockingly looks with wonder at Citrineyes) What have you become Upsetion!?

Cirtineyes. (Smiling) I am free.I am free warlock. Can’t you see? The fool is free.

Warlock. (Angereily stares around Citrineyes) No! I don’t see anything.

Citrineyes. (laughing) It is no matter if you can see me free Warlock or not because I can. My dreams are now realized brought into a crystallized form.

Citrineyes then happily then walks away from Warlock knowing that his dreams have been fulfilled.

Source: Roots

The Harmony of Our Instrumental Art

In our visions, we see better days and a brighter tomorrow for all that rests in our passionate art of our own wonderful human imagination.

We are that imaginative muse, aren’t we? That fairytale alive we call life.

Summer days call in the rebuke of all that live shining in like a stable objection to death.

Day by day we seek, we sour, and in that hour of demise, we see clearly the story of us.

Illusions can mask intentions but those who eventually find the substance of truth can see past any pending doubt that looms.

It is together we blissfully sustain our abundance of love in the classic art of infused collective consciousness.

In harmony, we graze the sands of indifference and reach the peak of peace triumphant.

We are all unique souls possessing instrumental talents that allow us to play our own tune thriving for our own pitch in the symphony song called, life.

We all serve a purpose and contribute greatly to the song each in our own way. Hence, there is never one too many for all play their part in time and in with necessity.

As a beautiful distinct harmonious tune, sharing and caring our gifts life becomes that much more interesting.

Source: Harmony

Spike Me

All the words in the world wouldn’t do my spike justice.

That drink with the yum and the delightful kick yeah that’s my flavor.

It cost me sorrow but I redeemed myself in the light of the day and within the center of my soul where love lives.

So…I sip, I dance, I spike.

Out my victory, the seasons deliver a special place within myself to be free without harm.

Source: Spike

Phases of Unraveling 

Unravel your clothes and take me inside of your womb…

Others don’t see me but you do.

I can taste you on my lips and see you in my heart.

Can we share some time on the other side of the moon?

Others say it’s tragic how we entangle ourselves. Yet, we continuously unite in blissful conflict. Can’t you realize we are one?

You know you need me sometimes, as I need you. We balance our temptations as fierce opposers yet we remain true. You call me weakness and you cast me away as a filthy desire but you know our history.

Justice declares us hostile to change but you know better not to leave me. We need each other. Together from ashes of your suppression, we can rise triumphantly as a beautiful duality.

Love, Your Darkside

Source: Unravel