High Bloom

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.

Gone, Lost and Out of Touch

Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.

Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.

They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.

I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.