One drop in the ocean marks the waves of our existence from the underworld in which we emerged

Dancing together with others who threaten our peace in divisive language and laws that limit.

As we rise above the noise of the cult we call capitalism scapegoats to the poor lining pockets well coated.

Baffled at the common thread that eludes our ego possessions forcing a line in the sand manipulated by an evil meant to confuse.

Housing us together to imagine a shoe not fit for pounding the pavement in a conditioning that call discomfort towards contempt.

The tipping point pushing us all to live, work and breathe the values inspired in us by the source spirit of love behind the veil

Queen contact setting her sights on the flint of montage family fun super women changing the world with words and a tantrum.

Queen lost crossing the ledge of worthiness unbridled falling free catching trees

Levitate a swoosh pushing outside the birth canal forced to swim in private galaxy

Queen emerging to step up and call out searing all ghosts upside down tickling the impulses gushing from unknown directions.

Bury your burden on my breast of cushion fixing comfort to the bones

Queen tall

Queen soul

Queen all

Golden

Mid life crisis dodging in the shadows of cracks in the floor. The achy bones of upright years stand tall in the way of trying to fight it.

Triumph averted and transformed to life lessons and cautionary tails to the youth as satisfaction of touching these feet to the ground.

Flaws flushed and buried to reveal the divots of genetic hurdles cemented to the ground.

A perspective that can swallow the soul and surrender the ego to be the creeping vine suffocating the pipe dreams.

Revelations upon the spotted logic in the ether to allow the gunk to bleed out shameless and worn as a badge of courage to separate from bondage to other’s judgement of the same cross to bear.

The same sky under chains and master’s meal

Gazing memorized by the drift under the horizon calling cattle home from the field

A promise of sweet chariot reaching towards the Big Dipper. One day escaping the office rat race bloodied by the whip

Twitching and fidget to test my legs on the pristine array of mental escape in nature

Sunday gospel poking holes in the grace of dropping to dust bruising the crop and dip damping the market.

Shadows of muddling past the veil of false vision one that only sees survival. Fear the only weapon to lock in a life of convenience.

Your crown has been paid. No color. No distinction. All shamed in DNA made of U.S world consequence in a spot above the mountain top where I dry my tears.

Skipping by the rear view of rocky roads slick on snow puddles.

Bursting books opening to new levels of mind stimulation and snappy naps itching with grass and ant dances on bare legs.

Winding down to the star sparkle breeze pulled far from hazy memories scarred deep in lessons learned.

Soon to fill the desperate need to mind out in morning respite. Pondering the coming sunrise to bring the rest into lighthearted eternity snapped into reality come September.