Outlinning Life's Big Contradictions.
My life’s in High Bloom. Late nights, steady dreams, pure fuel.
A steady muse, interpreting dreams.
Re-centering man on the ultra light beam.
Fixing misconstrued faces, building a legacy.
Over-standing with my new found perspective of life phases.
Please tell me what my love does to thee?
Big billows of hickory, hemp, saliva infused smoke.
Whisking through and rapping me like a cloak.
A swiffle, tickling my esophagus, kissing and caressing my temples.
Wanderlust filled, flabbergasted by our enchanting exchanges.
Dancing to a linguistic drum, gazing into the Rising Sun. On the road towards Emancipation. Strong as the African Sun, Freedom Day has truely just begun.
Time is heavy and light. Invisible and visible to the eye.
Relationships were made for time, as time came first marking the beginning of time.
How do we utilize our time? Is it well spent or have we imagined it all?
Doe’s the grass cry, when pasture and lawns are being mowed? Do trees cry out to God, asking to ease … More
I feel it.
And hear it passing me by.
Shadowing and hovering over me
Big Contradiction 