I woke up today and I mean really woke up and a familiar voice kept chanting,

Write!

Write until you fingers become numb,

Write until your nose bleeds with genius,

Write until your mind quiets,

or chatters,

But don’t stop and let it out like you did when you didn’t realize what this time thing was.

Write so that your head doesn’t explode or maybe it will cause it to explode like a kaleidoscope of confetti,

But don’t stop and let it out like you did those nights when you didn’t care about waking up.

Tell it!

Tell the story of words,

Let it be gibberish,

You could tell fibberishes without seize or need to please Ish,

Just keep going because if you stop than your purpose wanes.

Write to keep creating,

And if you must pause

Spend it making love and pretend to keep procreating,

Or create to recreate that sense of liberating the voices in your head.

Be prolific!

Let it seethe from your pores like sweat and blood and stench the air around you.

Let your fingers tire, mouth fire, sound the liar that really tells the truth in spools of metaphors.

Write nonsense!

Say it, 

Then shout it,

Then scream it,

And pass out mouth open with a dribble of drool

Creating that pool of hope and love, and life, 

And wake up groggy from that high stuffing your head with words

Write till the passion fills you up and makes your stomach round

And shit it out because it’s going to be beautiful one day!

 

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Ether Heart

I breathe in deep,
Suck it in ’til I feel my insides
Slow, steady, smooth,
Like the Breath of Earth,
Touching the core of my being,
And I breathe out with a soft swift whistle
As the vibrations subtly bring the lips to tremor.
The vapors spiral dizzy from crimson stained lips toward the pull at twilight.
Laughing legs gliding across the earth like hovering soles,
Listen to the swish against the evergreen blades through fields rippling like water.
Listen still closer to the heart breathe
The head turning upwards to the heavens.
My breath becoming lighter than the breeze,
Each exhale lifting the body.
Inhale, and my feet touching down continuously to a bounce
Until my gait turns to sweep.
My hearth thumps with bump
Like beats made for words.
The ethereal wrapping It’s arms around me tightly like hungry limbs
Until I release all of me and float like fireflys.

And some tried to fix me a few times,
But this ether heart keeps my beat
So I press my palms to heart,
Press it to keep me warm,
So I can feel the stir of twilight
Beckon me.

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We the Imaginators

We the Imaginators think up the fantastic and the scientists, they fall in love and bring form to the chimerical into beauteous light.
We the creators conjure the images of our mind, whilst the mad with their belief place in it the feelings from our heart.
We are not playing at anything divine.
We, the Imaginators, have a design.
We are inspiring life to dream beyond the day into that surreal place that exists in the nerve of our spine.
We put it down in words, in melodies, in pictures across the canvas for all to see.
Shout it out for all to hear, and if they don’t come?
Let us Whisper so they’ll stretch their necks and crowd in close because even if they don’t get it,
The appeal is enough to spark a curiosity and ignite in the future creators, the future magicians, the future Imaginators,
The passion to dare the impossible.
The spark will blaze in the crown of those who have the gun powder to make it go poof!
“Abracadabra!” And like that it is!
Bend the note in the 16th and then Replay it until it makes sense you’ll see.
Bend the note on the 16th and repeat it until it makes sense.
You’ll see the note bend on the 16th and repeat until it makes a new beat. You see they’ll all be singing it.
If it does not supply our bellies, let it feed our souls and sustain us with the endurance for us to fast and then create in that space where we can let go of the whining of the ego.
That place where magic comes when succumbing to the courage of our passions,
Stomping out the fears of our failures.
We the Imaginators, who flirt with the magicians, make change to the world.

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We the Imaginators

We the Imaginators think up the fantastic and the scientists, they fall in love and bring form to the chimerical into beauteous light.
We the creators conjure the images of our mind, whilst the mad with their belief place in it the feelings from our heart.
We are not playing at anything divine.
We, the Imaginators, have a design.
We are inspiring life to dream beyond the day into that surreal place that exists in the nerve of our spine.
We put it down in words, in melodies, in pictures across the canvas for all to see.
Shout it out for all to hear, and if they don’t come?
Let us Whisper so they’ll stretch their necks and crowd in close because even if they don’t get it,
The appeal is enough to spark a curiosity and ignite in the future creators, the future magicians, the future Imaginators,
The passion to dare the impossible.
The spark will blaze in the crown of those who have the gun powder to make it go poof!
“Abracadabra!” And like that it is!
Bend the note in the 16th and then Replay it until it makes sense you’ll see.
Bend the note on the 16th and repeat it until it makes sense.
You’ll see the note bend on the 16th and repeat until it makes a new beat. You see they’ll all be singing it.
If it does not supply our bellies, let it feed our souls and sustain us with the endurance for us to fast and then create in that space where we can let go of the whining of the ego.
That place where magic comes when succumbing to the courage of our passions,
Stomping out the fears of our failures.
We the Imaginators, who flirt with the magicians, make change to the world.

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