HE-ART of a P.O.E.T.

I am a compulsive person at times. Is there such thing as a part time compulsive.
I just returned from a night smelling of God's best wood carvings,
A night of true courage, insight, love and light. At Words of a Poet 3: Tribute to Lybia,
I was reminded of HER. The way she eases into the headline of my eyes. The way I can just love her from a distance. The manner in which people give effortlessly for the Here and Now. Demolition of Ego. Establishment of a New Order. The Reclamation. Our Beloved Blood Memory. My distant love designs the lighting schemes and ushers me on the stage, where I was born, and where I shall perish and travel on to the next.

Check out this unrelated yet inseparable Video by my dear friend Craig Conoley, who captured the magic of Urban Legends in this beautiful trailer. It is truly between the lines where creativity and love thrives. She loves me when I don't exist as anything but who I AM.

All Praise Due to the Creator. All Day Every Day. I'm on that Prescription Regiment.