tick ticking on

... paces in minutes seconding minutely links connecting rods phases cycles tickling ticks ticking on becoming time in time you are here today and the next minute gone...

violin

violin ringing sounding waves did move as carols we sang whilst it snowed love brooding eggs cracking seasons yawning light is dawning fawning spawning a year is soon done and out in its place one stars and blinks the violin rings on sounding the waves singing carols each day under the sun

gaining weight

gaining weight losing weight weighing bridges lightening burdens murking waters moeras hives of activity unknows do rule supreme if you dare dive in upon starry darkening nights when evil shines

knocking time

seconds minutely pass minutes taking shape hours form in sequence days emerge the real and the unreal still need to be unmasked in all evolutions cycles that trap all and one living under the son

Binary futuristic visions

word in word out i did go out when i stayed in emotions ideas do rock in moments past that their quality and in numbers do nothing for souls when they feel much better than remaining in reactive spheres binary zones with compounding reactions that choke all ones within the phases and cycles of the moon that make rabbits chew carrots in anticipation of seeing futuristic gains and visions

JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Homie I am Homeless

JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Homie I am Homeless: Homie i am homeless Ditch the brotherly love We are not in Philly I gotta do me No need for anyone To do me I got It square and all Living i...

awakening deep desires

siring passion firing flames needing extinguishing chambers gallons of nectar intricate vibes curing intoxications ripeing seasons ushering unknowns welcoming futuristic manifestations defining axioms that made Solomon an orator i was born to feel and resurrect all emotions coined in the infancy of creation

Homie I am Homeless

Homie i am homeless Ditch the brotherly love We are not in Philly I gotta do me No need for anyone To do me I got It square and all Living in the concrete jungle Made my soul and heart cold No need to bring the heat Each time you think of a nipple or breast Unequaled are the seas i sail Countrywide and far The tide never got me tamed I am as rougher As a multiplicity Seven drunk sailors Lost in time Doing a pantomime Along the Severn ...thoughts create bubbles made of glamour.

let me move you

 let me move with words

to peel your insides

let me be the one to soothe

and caress all those 

no go areas

that long to be touched

let me seal it with a kiss

touching your body and soul

raising and awakening

your wholeness

the chambers

of love 

will glow in eternity