Symmetry
For the illusion
Chirp
Inside the delusional playground
There are so many of us to comprehend
My chart told me my heart is filled in with gold dust
No strings can attach
Between 60 and 250 Hz
Hold a fine line
Shades of blending colors
Couple different strokes
New Canvas
A friend patiently said when I am not around with our other friends it feels rhythmless
Another told me I was elegant with words
Classic Man another tells me when we spend time
In the book sextrology a pisces is known to enjoy the beautiful things in life
And sex in water
Deep always in the deep
Just enough air not to drown
Until I let go
With well carved taste
Unique and rare
But strong
Loyal to love for others
Servant to a fault until the demise of believing in another
Permanent Sign
Passions
Dreams where I live most of the time
These are not simply an imaginative other world
To live in
For protections
Contrarily
Their design is to view the world through the lens of play
Document it all then release
Possibly
And the severe lightening to change
Pivot
There is no object
Or Person
Or Time
We can’t mold in our hands
Which is our minds
But to rest there content
Greatest gifts to share or be shared with
Servant to the depths of emotion
With the hope it helps a scene in the small bends of life
Art
Our reasons to give those moments
Creative Souls
Queens and Kings inside other dimensions
Frozen here
In this rhyme
Without choosing words that fit
Hold on until the last possible inch is covered up
Quit
For now
Exotica
Voices of the body are without quietude
Honoring for what we each are
To ourselves
In the mirror of what sees us
As they wish
As they will
Based on their own interpretations of life
Write it all in the truth serum
Expression
Without the need to qualify
Sound is my sister
Words are my father
Animals are my brother
The ground is my mother
All living things and their gifts are my God
Kindness over cruelty
Wear it like a T-shirt in the morning
Safe
Paint stains on white
Hand prints on top of hand prints
Castles with no doors
Or windows
An open miracle
Not in vain
In the book Mystic Path To Cosmic Power
See yourself as you actually are not as you imagine you are
There
Suffering ends
Unfolding ourselves
To live our own life
As we are
Were
Will be
Continually
Pain breeds pain
From wrong ideas
Against the natural self
I am what I am I am I am I am
Without the satisfaction of being right
Or the encouraging moments of wrongness
These parameters are fictionalized
Live in the gentle sways of everything
To create nothing but intentional kindness
With ourselves
And them
Us
Hazy Acres 
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