Your heart. Let it dance, let it be what it is asking you to be. Holding back the flow of your heart expression is what leads to misery. You cannot be happy as you withhold that which you truly are. Say

Waking up, head is aching, pushing boundaries, don't know what I'm making. The oven is on high, blasting condensation into oblivion. Sprinkles of light catch the eye, what dimension is this? 3rd, 4th,

Reaching in, looking for that faith, some days are harder than others and I know that from trudging through dark days, living in silent reproach unknowing if today is the day it is done. That undoing ever

Waxing waning, dissipating. Troubles fluctuating and ingraining into the logical minds as if they are absolute crimes. Waves of emotion flourish as the moon tides rise. Watch as eye rip off this disguise.

Withholding to be true, a nonchalant gesture of pain held too close to false promises. Withering woes in wails of unadulterated exasperated exclamations purporting to be love's loss. Lies rolled up into

Pic Link Time to write from the inner prism. the depths I dust off and shake out from time to time. This is about beingness. Reason for actions untold, unaccounted for, unchecked and quite honestly of

I am just waking up. Writing this in bed. Index finger tapping away at a small screen. I just woke up like this picture rocking the digital world. So why am I flashing the peace sign? Why the hell am I

Drifting along a high rise, seeking not fame, fortune or glory but a name. To which I call out and be to myself known. That inner voice knowing, streaming words a thousand decades old. Renewed from my

This is a random street in a random city on a random day in northern Peru. (Ok it is Tarapoto) I love how in between the view of the stores are the mountains. Green beauties. Inka Cola!! It tastes like

I put forth this concept, as it is only within a conceptual stage. I do not claim to have the know how to manifest this into a functioning service. I do however know and understand the adage; two heads

Reality spiralling endlessly, looping back on me within a hundredfold kaleiodoscopic porthole. Portals of bliss swimmingly unnerved by the kiss of a thousand sunlamps blinding my every move. Unknown drowziness

Gotta do it while in the flow! THIS IS NOT MY ART! I want to share this artist here as dragons are a major theme for me internally, as the energy of dragons is powerful potent in standing as we are and

Hello Steemians, hello humans. I write today about vulnerability. I share my presence in an open way, genuine, as I am, and that can be a terrifying endeavor. I tell you now, to be so open as you are,

Transmissions of the heart can be speaking, writing, playing, laughing, chanting, devoting, you name it. This is about expressing that which is the innocence ever present in true love's embrace. Unconditional

Turning my mind's eye to putty, these telepathic wavelengths shortening my sight to a pinpoint of light. Focusing on high, machinations playing and paying forward toward a deserted road. Embellishing in

Man o man. You know those weeks when you just got to get into the grind and manage that shit? It been one of those. Mind you a grind for me may not be a grind for you. A challenge for me may be tough,

Whirling whorling devious detailing Make up your own mind to the lighter/deeper meaning Life just knows where it goes, never stopping Dreaming Technicolor striations running down these mountain walls observing

Image Source Burning, writhing, thoughts so strong battling in vain. These eyes of inward motion profer devotion and yet tantalize destructive notion. Agony wriggles its way through tattered veins, blistering

Day by day, toil and trouble, make a mocha latte on the double. Staring into zombified eyes of self doubt cast into self hate. A world toiled in whirling drudgery dabbed in frosting humility. Be the mind

Wowwooo I been in a state of insomnia! My pc hard drive crashed 5 days ago. In that time I learned through a soul brother it was possible to run an OS(operating system) off of a thumb drive. In these past