Just a Creative Spur, The heel swings left.

God... Removed.. From... Existance...

Not even. I walk and romp and flow. Seeing god in all living beings. We just need attention and friendship in order to grow in the flow. Believe in ourselves before the scores of heros that litter our thoughts. It's about us. It's about you. You are the most important player, if your scared you'll ease into it, slowly tap away at that solid fear, and find your own unique approach to the problem.
We are friends to existence. It needs us as we need it. Quite equally. Don't doubt in your potentials.
And... Fill the universal with your antiquity, you shy sun, you'll learn the steps I'm assured of it.

07-07-2011 Notes

Like your anger is permanent your granting it the time to germinate straight worries me
So were playing with perceptions they've been composted
Set your mind free suddenly love unfolded
A mansion for players & ballers a syndicate
Bleed for resonance, strain of intelligence
Transparency tips us as to heavens directions
Opening the white noises to fortresses
Innumerable doors await, to venture or waste
The empty halls open in our woven perception
Who needs it the personality caged in desire
Enraged when on fire, behaved while inspired
To coordinate the truth takes time & experience
End times were nearing so it's work turned serious
I enjoy writing & hyping up the blasphemous beat

From the frontal rimmed cortex to the bunny ears
Multi-Dimensional Vortex to moistened fears
*it's sincere, it's sincere)
Inspired by the songs that don't seem confrontational
Bilingual language that is stretching alms to the globe beyond curious nations
Beauty in expansion fission of the lighter flame
"Wish I weaved a tighter wig when it comes to this writing game"
NO need we read intention in this little hollow
Lost along the edge we may swallow
We cry for the dreaded like sorrow wed with wax and grit
Blasphemous as it sounds I rebound both my candle sticks
Sick stench implement, Love life's acknowledgement
Beauty blend like polished wit, heightened highs as chronic hits
SWOOSH
Let them talk while I plot my chart mark my maps
I remember my mistake & document known mishaps
Lapping their tongue in a begging bowl remain malnourished
Step into spheres of suns, rely on regions of rains
Nothing remains the same, all falls to profane
Until my task is done, Until masks are removed
All be living this day as though theirs nothing to loose
And I wrote this to sooth me & you, bridge of true
Even the weight of words shifts in time and world
I may just let the wholly light take me
ZZZZZZ