Golden

It's not a moment in time
it's Time's Moment
you remember it all
because it's Golden

that spark of magic you felt
aint no illusion
the precious presence of life
in something simple

the den's dawn and its dusk
kinda chocolatey red brown
your eyes are open and closed
your mind's dancin on clouds

you find the peace that lifts you up
you gotta pull it thru you
let it seep thru your gut
push your soul into you

a few seconds you had
a million moonsets ago
that sweet nostalgia's enough
to electrify the future

don't let it all go
tell yourself that it's past
in the same dimension as now
you're still in that moment!

shoelaces untie when they're dirty
but the mud that soaked thru
is proof you've run thru it
don't let go, don't let it up

the time was then
the time is now
the time's the future
don't forget that The Moment's Golden

"If you see the wonder....
in a Fairy Tale
You can face the future
even if you fail

I Believe in Angels

Something good in everything I see..

I have a Dream....

I have a Dream..."


guess where that's from....

Note: this is not one of my works. I had a big urge calling to find an artwork that captured "intense passion love" perfectly, which for me this does, what I see in my head and heart when I think of, unfortunately don't know who the artist is who depicted it so grandly, anyone knows let me know to give due credit! Also what was kind of strange/cool/great/or maybe just coincidence is the man/character depicted in this painting looks so much like Helms, and its rare to find love/art paintings where the male character is depicted with a darker skin tone, with lighter brown curly hair. I LOVE THIS WORK. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. So URGENT SO GRAND SO BEAUTIFUL SEDUCTIVE PASSION OBSESSION FIRE SWEAT BLOOD PAIN CARE COMPASSION...LOVE I Love the multi-layering it has as well, figures on the bottom, everything from loving to erotic, light to dark.

a still mind

see the cherry blossom
vine creeping into pink submission
seedling growing from the waterfall of life
i run
galloping past every tree
my tongue tasting the coils
of tightly coiled plants beneath the ground
they too sense my presence
as the ants who clean their home march forward
my breath slices the blossom from its branch
twirling in honour,
she falls to the earth
I bow
my cheeks, tinged with pink.

Soulbeat

observe the shallows in the marsh
so keenly the trees wave and josh
watch the seagulls dance their dance
stare until you have no glance

hear the nuances within the song
play music as if the land and you were one
feed the desires of your instinct
banish only that toxicity which retains

live the wise but do not be the sage
frolic freely as long as is the day
do not concern yourself too much with set reality
the only rules which are present are the ones you perceive

Love in Blood, Fire, Ice, Depth and Earth
run thru forests to sense your birth
create as much as your whim inspires
give yourself the gift of recording life

be the instrument of a thousand thoughts
embrace what is of worth, seek to understand all that which is not
be the legend, be the great, for pursuit of the classic
and not ego's false games

the crazy ideas, those are the best
and what use is money if you can't be bold with it?
smell all the juices and touch diverse skin
let the creative force flow thru you at will

cherish each shining moment
contemplate who you are
seek the path which fulfills your soul
and most importantly, taste the world