New Being of Artistry

With my silence this week has come a silence in my writing as well. Maybe even my dreams show that I would like to do things in a traditional way. The one hot sauce packet I had said,"I do," on its cover. Drops of Jupiter are in me, and demonic natures in artistry are about to emerge. I called one back from the brink and brought a solace to a whole family tree outside of me. It can be complicated and it can impede on my ability to communicate. I know that the deceit is part of the revelry, but the clock on the wall says that I am doing fine. I piece together articles of grammar and sing to the air once the sun has gone down. There is a new being in my coffee show in Fridley. Maybe he and I can be a crew to keep the robbers away. The biggest robbery is that of the soul, and now I see his primal core becoming brilliance in his lack of arrogance and gentleness deep down which dances with his RAGE at this time. Maybe he is a poet and painter deep down, now working IT and law enforcement community. He is graceful in his movement in this kingdom, and calls for no assistance to approach foreign entities. Maybe The U.N will come to you in a dream and you will see and feel what is really real. A HARP may appear and your cherub nature may just spontaneously play. Blocks exist as a heavenly boundary as you exist now in purgatory. Evil ones will want to FEED on your spirit and art. Now is not a good time to start, but maybe observing what you see as beauty and as grotesque would be internally fruitful. Both ends of this spectrum can put a pencil in your hand and an image in your mind.