Cast drapes over like blind messages decoded…
North Dakota cold…
If you can’t decode the message…
Then you start to think the words don’t make sense…
What makes sense is…
You didn’t even try to…
Have a sense or build…
You give up…
To…
Easily…
That be your character…
I’m not interested in…
You may admire…
The way the words flow…
Look or sound…
Soundproof…
If you close off your mind…
You become your own distraction…
Not knowing the artist by mind…
Defining…
The name tag…
The colorful emotions…
Of pure mental talent…
“You only like what makes sense to you…”
“Crayons and pop up books…”
Hey…
Nothing wrong with that at all…
Don’t get me wrong…
Me…
I’m just the type who will…
Stares at those words…
All day…
The life like painting…
To say…
Wow…
What I perceived wasn’t even…
In a vault or a safe…
It is a writer’s safe place…
The safest to express no boundaries…
Those who can understand…
The pen lost in white blue or black…
The cordless phones of my times…
“Ain’t even no code…”
The code is not in the words…
The code is understanding…
Your own mentality is…
The key…
Don’t think to hard…
The words are right there…
The expression is what you need…
Focusing on…
The difference between artwork…
Paintings and such is…
“None…”
It’s all just poetry…
Expressing yourself into glory…
Life is in the mind…
The art is the seance that conjured up…
The awakening….
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 