vortex

creativity spawns...
and thoughts for anew wakes*

intimate compulsion

Surpass of ideal work overflows
Cloud particles, tumbling little clocks
White silhouettes don’t exist around pragmatism
It was in the rain my friend whispered
With the voice he carried upstairs….

Yes autumn years, how shapes torn away
Water in my dreams believe in departure
New south markets, halo a black crows may
Remains of laughter as the car stalls uphill
It was the sunshine my friend whispered
With the silence he carried upstairs…

Tongue tied keyboard expression
Savor the decay screen flickering
Loss, love and leaps of trepidation
Moans hover, summit design soaring
Belonging is here, my friend whispered
With the sentiment he carried upstairs…