GET OVER IT

You cannot overload the life - its brings hot all right - needing air - to free free - become brave believe - be happy - being alive - don’t die again - close to that edge - not quite done - more time for fun - run - someone -  love - set this night club - on be strong - sing songs - going for it - lit

SCREAMS

Endless love waves hitting the beach like what art try’s to reach so I seek perfections truth inside of who doesn’t fit into what has already been so you got to create your own music boom art and rip apart what has been empty doom being board not pure before updated waves kiss the shore your intelligence spent into what is meant to happen new Advent Gard gods beauty set free hard reality for starving people who bleed for the super-rich hits the blessed artist ripped to bits for this moving process transcending bending never ending sending newness in its bliss blowing strange new storms crashing waves again and again surf sounds art forms wet never belong to what is left somehow now it comes from dreams and future happy beings

WAVED HANDS AND REALITY CHANGED

The day was crisp the scene was a busy city street corner. The street was made of cobblestones there was a super bright blue sky and a nice breeze in the air lots of people moving . I am standing talking to a friend. Than out of nowhere a woman dressed in orange comes over to me holding a white bowl filled with Tomato Soup. She looks at me directly into my blue eyes and proceeds to pour hot Tomato Soup over my head and laughs - than runs away. My friend and I are shocked. As the woman runs off I catch the bow before it hits the ground and in anger throw it in the direction she is running and it smashes to the ground  forming a puddle of soup right in front of a beggar who was sitting down.  Than this godly beggar waves both arms just like magic wands in two sweeping movements over everything and zap realty becomes sparkling clear like in a dream. Than the very skinny beggar dressed in black instantly takes out a silver spoon from a pocket puts it into the little Tomato Soup puddle on top of the cobble stones and dips the silver spoon into it drinking it all up. Everyone around was a dazed witnessing this and begins to clap at this performance art. The clapping gets louder and louder.

KNOWS WHERE ITS AT

The meek sheep keep in line the smartest find gold mines to dig out time spent at the best while all the rest  kiss there ring and dream of things that never seem to happen slaves locked in compassion greed working to feed a family that seeds this system again casting lasting passing evolution by in till  love cries out for change smart people came to win that game not for wealth or ego self but for  more grace in place awaken great create take a leap try to keep it 100 percent while those meant to kill out of a will to fulfill but still  never seem to understand a mind  so dammed a head in the sand but there must be a plan to change insane pollution one set in action rings that bell to tell  what art fell to earth and works  out of  love future speed above that lack becomes a fact 

LOVE

Following the path of what was set in motion from action all that’s left to times mind finding I’m on the way good lucky day always hot or cold getting old on with the show what I have come to know  for sure pure dreams evolution cleans  things meant to happen action from  purity ending insanity future utopia frees  peace compassion love action hugs