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green

spitty make me-

tidbits of my life in fractions

candy Candy

rocks hold me down in colors

music is my vibrational energy

riding that flow

i’m on a wavelength-

time creeping and speeding like an illusion

delusional? they call me- isn’t that rude to believe in myself

like rude like kitty claw

like censor the traffic

like red fish blue fish

in my head– it alllll makes sense

when I say I , I mean WE

whats wrong

with saying

like

?

women.

creative juices like orange in the morning in FL sunshine

beachy toes so sandy

light up my cheeks – beef

chicken please

bock bock I’m a cock

cockle doodle doo who?

Divine Timing is my middle name.

Truth fax like get the memo please-

too much time for that

a healer in Spirit

following my eagle in Freedom

open fields to gallop in

family

chosen

supposed I go with it like i’m flowing on a beat jam

this is my rhythm

figure that

out

getting

split in half

energy spirals in opal teleportation

what’s it like? name this feeling.

playing a game of Puzzle Peace

Heart Love

angel ring on my middle finger.

car keys

-you don’t know me …….

a pink ashtray

silver sparkles

fingers of greens and neon pink

keys locked onto the moment, it’s Presence, I say

i’m searching for Presence

it is

what

I’m standing in

what is Presence in indigo . . . .

I’m feeling magenta.

emerald tiger stripes

Tigress King

baby triangle circle in blue and purple

this Is Presence

a picture, captured.

a container – mine mine.

these raspberries are SOUR – while I listen to her

I hear you – two yellow tightropes – and I feel what? seen.

angel baby blue 4 permanent ink in eco friendly smooth stone opal halo wrapped around “fuck you” – I say Thank You, in return . .

how did I do?

did I please?

did I disappoint?

with what? with words? with my writing? does it scare you? The Truth? why question what Is.

townhouse energy – portal – tigers eye – door – France – flowers on a hillside colorful pastel storefronts on cobblestone

The Magicians on willpower Celtic runes

Tallahassee

was nice

I liked the park near my place, the trees, the little paths that walked me-

the parking lot I cried in when I Trusted and felt betrayed by God

I saw it – You let me do it

plenty of space

hills in the roads like WEEE

be in my space like my book CRANK, tucked in to my cloud white pillow

my flowers, wind, sunshine- – – -.

Park Day-TM

fragments

fractions

of math – I do

I follow the light with my eye

cracks of glass through shaky palms

fowl on the rose thorn

pearl in a clam shell

barn doors

Slasher

circle

drop the sand

watch the flights fly by metal wings