I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

When we remember, if necessary, to remain as pure as life allows, we can spiritually ascend to platforms of grace, and wisdom. One simply needs to remain in love mode, regardless of any outside stimuli whatsoever. It tends to be harder when some have had a hard childhood. That cranial “program” may so often be incomplete, or otherwise inefficient to allow for a steadfast, and controlling presence that moves beyond any current trauma or tragedy. Moving beyond old happenings, allows us to grow more steadfastly, into a form of safe and understanding togetherness. Only old retired guys are usually out and about during the day, so getting along with those types is generally easy game. I will do my best today, and every day, to maintain my personal grasp of superior actions, and reactions, and an overwhelming sense of spiritualism. Today I am presenting two unfinished works just below. One that I lamely worked on, with the other being from my book.

Oh you mean so much to me, yes we’re so for each other, that I can see, we will always be together free, in fair or stormy weather I can see, since our love is true, our closeness only grew.

Cover all with a rose, and two fresh daffodils, as I write it down in prose, while using twentieth century quills, how am I to soothe, this thunder in my head, while outside it’s still raining, now filling me with dread, now the calmness enters, and touches so close, a catalytic lightening, in effervescent green.