FREESTYLEVISION

I wrote this while sitting in Funeral Parlor at a Wake…

Sensing purpose, you propose: Totality always overflows the edges. The storm reaches farther than thought Possible, lapping the inscrutable. Casting off with no directions Courts sensuality is irrefutable. Other than that Hold the thought up to the light Breath the description, Hear the events, sing their song With all your might.

In the duskiness of the early morning she rises no matter how little her sleep her face tight from the many tears that she cried through the night the empty space next to her a reminder he is not there why it is not fair why did he have to go why did he leave…

A fire cracker A wise cracking smarty mouth larger than life who I wouldn’t want to be any other way… A beauty A jewel Tough on the outside Scarred by life but deep inside still willing to hope full of love deserving of love… Keep your head held high sweet girl you are an original…

Surges with lightning bolt hitting the earth; The waters heat up and the mighty oceans begin to boil; Who can live in the volcano, its anger scorches like fire from brimstone; The wind tempests with great indignation swirling in all directions; Another bang is about to happen while the sun races down the earth with…

oil spills and such, Green house gases errupt, Goverment corrupt, Have we not had enough? Free speech on the line, While the sheep, Bleet, tweet and sleep, Feeding into fake media frenzy, Instead of unity, Theres envy, Brother can you spare a penny? Back in the day it was a dime, But its much worst…

I am way to familiar with the middle of the night now. It used to be a wonderful thing. A feeling of freedom and creativity. Now I feel the darkness and the loneliness. I long for sleep but it eludes me. More and more. It teases me… Brushes my fingers Just when I think I…