This is an explosion
I am on
A dance of clear and flawless notes
Grappling, turning through a sky
Tangling with my soul

I am Inside, Outside, high
With the view of something thrown
In all the chances I may try
Falling, Flying, on my own

With all "IT IS" far flung at play
dressed up as "I AM" today.

What is real?
I dealt with it in dreams of youth, tunneling into imagination.
I long bore the mark of one who was fragmented.
Too diffused to have something bigger than my pieces.
While the pieces grew more and more clever and intricate in themselves.
Common only in spreading to the limits of a world of truth surrounding.
Always somehow knowing that love would tie it all together.

Now more together there is little to verbalize. . .
Still new at being new.

I like my new start, my new strength, aimless as it's starting out.
What's next, I wonder?
Something bigger than me.

To speak the dreams
that will spoke the wheel.

It will contribute to Truth.
It will elect my future.
It will elect my lover.
It will spell out my profound happiness.

And to ask of the fortitude it takes to risk for self
For a child
For a family
For a dream from the core
is madness.

NOT subdued by fracture,
I have the strength.
I have the strength.
I have the strength.
To pair with this beauty.

Happy Birthday.
Sometimes [no longer all the time], do I not feel the truth and speak the right language. But today . . .
It means so much to me, all you who sent me a text.
It means so much to me , to stop and have a beer and dinner alone, and to read at Ruby Tuesdays, and finish a book, a good book. A book that took me exactly 1 year to finish, thanks mom.
It means so much, to forget about what I am not, Love who I am, and work on what I can be.

It means so much to me, to be improbable.
And fearlessly defend something which is CRAZY.


Seek, and you find.

In this world of dreams.
[I would wash away your fears. But you're too far from here.]

When you're ROCKIN', smile.
When something feels good,
Celebrate yourself in it.
And if you have it, keep madness up your sleeve.

Today is Father's Day. I am so thankful.
Spent the day painting the house with him. Just us.

And in spite of the diamond- shaped spot in the middle of my sun-burnt back that I can't reach with with aloe on my own. . . .

I am ruthless for my feeling, for myself. I have to touch and smell now. I have to do and take and build.

And [other] things are
Beautiful. Confusing. Dangerous. Cool.


Calling all cars.

Me and Kimdracula is

YESSSSSSSSS

Cutting through an ocean is sailing
and sailing through a voice is singing
and singing out a spell is speaking
and speaking with the night is dreaming.
Dreaming with a friend is loving.
and loving is the spirit of Isten.