Thinking back when I last typed a writing and just started brainstorming, connecting, 4sighting like the fingers started to move and creativity spilled out- Out of sight out of memories expressing…this is the lessons- times takes a rest never moving, rest gets up, time is up to up over the rest- moving on to the year of 22 from 1985 being newborn and all so vigorously “a” alive!- the alchemists takes his stride leading ways into waves patters and mysteries adjourned-Full power on high, like the air~sign behind the fan cutting every corner that’s the wind waving goodbye- It’s like the mind is the world translating information from the darkest light place of places imagination takes us- don’t lose it but it hates us fighting ignorance and buying motivation- but who am “I”- Just an artist trying to survive with a talent yet to be seen by you no matter what you have seen. The limit has never been seen- Is death the birth of greatness or do I make this while I can make this? Answer is I know the answer… pondering not on plans but how plans come true-Truth is you really don’t know me- Maybe you should- I really Don’t know you- Why don’t you ask- This is the custom way- Keep art moving like you pick out each outfit for each and every day- It dies without support, falls at the kill….Minds your only will- would I believe the excuse? Never- The best never except those- Sounds like the tale of a lie- Told to keep the trying movin and keep the doing doing- That’s what self told self- Reflections talking to self, and who said talking to ones self was crazy- Trying to, must it be they want you to forget the gift-Out loud he spoke, voices reached ears, point was made, and problems were fixed!