Keep peace, keep genius, keep human, keep divinity, keep change, rearrange my heart as you please to make me more open to being love like you are, let these be more than words, humble me now, let these be real living dreams in action, the beating sound of one heart, one soul in love in you God, light, color, love, so near, becoming.
Abandoned churches steeple in step. Their bells ringing passions of fire, patience in wind, devotion of the ocean - they are the mnemonic flow of tomorrow, we recall them in all their poetic stature, their perfect pretty colors in hand had bell and toll tell of their time. The time belongs to the poets, the rhyme to the reason.
Soon it’ll be the season of spring, all the plant life will shoot tall up in the atmosphere. Clouds belong to perfume of tulips, their two lip wind.
I walk within these good omen gusts, garish pleasure for having probable impact, positive causal chains just by the sound of my name and all it entails. The galleries have his face, where all belonging , be you painter, photographer, poet, play act and all the other of their craft. All artists are One Artist. So as I drop off my glitter Christ. Oil paint, ink glitter on aged paper piece with the gold frame. Jayvan gives them his dancer drawing in the mahogany blood red frame over the black matte float. We meet phil and matt, two artists in the area, then we meet asa too. A pretentious woman tries to put us youth down with her saunter height and demand to her own segregated space in which she believes she deserves. The gallery room features 48 artists. We are observant of a whiter than expected wall, a larger than expected space, those were Jayvan’s poems in his eye. We share one liners on the drive to Lux cafe. And yet.
So soon the welcome of smiles and warmer tones scatter on all our inner soundscapes. There is always something. Someone who can tell you the way is where you are. In effect it's most effective to be as you are, accepted into the elysium height of unfathomable getting through. Getting through is only the beginning. If you are getting through only you are maybe missing where you are. Some lives in affect are most effective at the perspective of your ever perception. They call us freedom writers.
For the first time in a long time i question where i belong. And i feel met by God; I am where I am supposed to be. That this is honest, this is true.