I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Today my true persona will revolve around a sense of stupendous, phenomenal, and advantageous acceptance. Within the realization of what my true and profound majesty involves, I shall forge a path of purity, and acknowledgement . For one, my maintenance of a truer sense of an overwhelmingly generous, keen and altruistic prominence, involves my needful dedication toward a more responsive form of positivity, and reaction. While held ever so deeply within a realm of Heavenly dedication, my advancements involving an upmost and regimented approach toward those very ethereal reaches, shall rise, and soar to heights that only my purified, and noble essence may possibly achieve. (Or I could just go bowling again!)

From The Book;

Then appeared in a twinkling sphere of light, growing in intensity you were a good man, yet light catches everything, foisting your jewels, cast to the wicked crowd, you recite your longing pleas aloud, they’ve you once again, fly past this scheming dream, oh hold onto life and then

From New Poetry Book Of Unfinished Works;

As I toil in the rain, my very life’s blood flows forth, and I’m feeling no pain, as an ethereal contact strains, a celestial drip, too shallow to foresee the sun’s predominant draining, yet now it’s time to land, the journeys done, then the farther that you go the more clearly you will know, as a form of manmade gravity, now bounds us to the ground, an ancient myth a travesty, as woeful sounds resound.