‘Til Death We’re Apart (1 of 3)
People drive by and say the gardens look great
My dollars are one hundred and eight
I can’t skate, but I don’t wait for fate
Destiny’s on her way and heaven knows I’m never late.
I’ll be saying grace, while you’ll be saving face,
I don’t save face unless it’s mace
I’m not a masked man out of place
Sun-kissed beauties, Sun Goddess truth, please.
Wave Riding ruckus, Only God above us.
All aboard the Angels sing
Angels and airwaves become Everything.
Wings and waves, shotguns and switchblades,
It’s a never-ending divided line on the brink of the Eternal Yin and Yang.
Century Park after dark, it’s never too late for the song of the lark,
It’s never too late to rediscover the heart.
Fire ignites the spark that strikes up the never ending cosmic harp
Conducting this symphony on point – never flat or sharp
Every note in the key of We
In perfect harmony with each and every being you see.
A dream to me and music to my ears. Absolute music to my ears.
I’ve been so long without fears after all these years of tears.
It comes clear and I am in Absolute Awe.
Raw as Raw.
Unclench your jaw
Jawbreakers, Heart Takers, Skyscrapers, Dream makers
Seeing, feeling, hearing, and having the most amazing experiences of all time.
I had the time of my life,
Went out with a bang
I shot across the sky and my heart and soul Forever Sang
Birds, plane, UFOs and any strain
I bleed my soul out to the waters through my mouth with Zero Pain
Aztecs, Egyptians, Pyramids, and Soul Missions
I want for nothing as I’m flooded with the Blood of the Angels
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it’s a love affair between the water and the sky; between the sun, human eyes, skin, and hearts. The night and day, the eternal and the absolute.
one of the most beautiful summer Sundays I’ve ever experienced
my experience of seeing a fantastic shooting star. It picked me, literally, up from my seat and made me run forward.
finding a tuning fork of drift wood days after writing the word “conductor” on my car notepad.
staring at the literal brink of creation where the water meets the sand. Nonstop unless it’s frozen. Even then it’s frozen in time to remind and return. The earth keeps swallowing itself and spitting itself out over and over. A clear piece of proof in action that we do become what we put into ourselves.
ancient eternal wisdom in action and experience
terminally unique 