The Sunday after A tumultuous storm Brings gay laughter From those who would mourn. A gathering of kin, With flowers galore. Dying is no sin, And now there’s an ether to explore.
Blessed Be the Sky. Blessed Be the Sea. Blessed Be the Bonds, Between You and Me.
As the dawn breaks through Another cloudy sky I’m remembering “I”. Who I was before the throws Of life scared me So much so that I escaped to the sea. All I found were mermaids And every day my memories fade Of their cool bodies and jellyfish hair. They really decided to care. And then…
Yellow means that I am mellow, Happy for a time. I process energy from the universe, Efficiently, effectively, and effortlessly. Knowing well how to manage Every advantage That I’ve been gifted. And no, it is not thrifted, This yellow that I see Is originally me.
All of the nice things That I’ve yearned for so long Are flowing directly To me. It is not a game of ping-pong, Or a tit for tat. It’s more of a flowing river And I can get directly Behind that.
Oh Em Gee Seriously I am thoroughly Full of vitality Gym everyday That’s where I play. People think I’m Cray-zy I’m not quite a lune Just a little out of tune Sometimes,. I go to the Boon-Docks When I go to the docks I throuw a couple Rocks I say a prayer or three And…
Sight of the unseen Is a balancing beam. On the one you need to know what the guides are saying. On the other there is a need to block those preying. The astral isn’t scary. The woods aren’t unknown. This is a place your soul was sown. In the space between the stars. In the…
Passion lies Where the light of a candle flies. The candle being the heart. And the light being the electromagnetic field That the heart creates. I say it very plainly So that all who look may see.
Greenery and Maylay Both lay within my past. Concrete and peaceful feet Both reside within my now. Refuge I have found. For refuge I am grateful. For the trials I am thankful. Everyday I choose A path to blessings With nothing to lose. Of attachments I am free. Oh the gifts that come to me.…
And the dawn’s fresh dew, Announces another day. I find myself upon a pew, And bow my head to pray. And the prayers in my mind Seem always to be answered. In deep prayer I find, My place in this world is secured. And the people I pray for Are nearly limited to me. For…