Ghost writing, in the sands of time. A suit to slip into and feed.
I sit, biding my time, waiting patient for the big one to bite me.
Off to the races, I’m following the leads, pulling and guiding from inside me.
Fingertips, bleeding energy, into the keys, my eyes absorbing,
exactly what I need to see, murmuring in sync, watering all senses I keep.
Like any good doubting Thomas I must so to believe and know with all sides of me.
So my imagination can do it’s magical thing. The cord never breaking,
It’s the focus of my upkeep, maintaining the connection
even if it costs me every damned thing.
Until the little glimmers, insighting lightning inside,
become the window I peep through to gain access
To scenes in next chapters, exciting me to continue gleaming,
knowing somehow I will reach the moment coming to me.
Scenes unfolding, company I keep, only to look out and find it painted over my scenery.
Strange times indeed, ask and receive, by measure of belief.
And what is it if not knowing what I see is not only possible and a potential to me,
But it came to me for release or it wouldn’t so effect my chemistry.
Igniting every measure of my being illuminating
My first loves to me, It’s these, I keep.
Incoming!
Off to the races. Each at their own pace. Been through the valley time, times, and half a time.
Take this one anything but casually, I want it, intimately, called through the streets,
been taunted, beaten, seen as rebelling, while to me it was compliance with the real thing…
I want to know, and so love Life for all that it is, Architect reborn from scorn…
Dip me in this flavoring, peace becomes common place. So much so it’s frequency of love becomes me.
The meal that comes to me on each breathe, make the unseen seen to me.
The journey a daily rebirthing into beauty, taking in little glories as they come to me.
Two lies, and a truthful coating. The lie beneath slowly erroding into nothing
but space capable of containing and growing new varieties rising.
Airs can only go on so long. Only the truth endures. It’s funny.
To imagine myself clever enough to fool. Everything, let alone anything, for long.