Lost wallet

I’ve lost my wallet

Have you seen it today?

I’ve looked everywhere

It’s been somehow missed placed

I’ve lost my wallet

Oh, where? Oh, where can I be?

I’ve looked in every crack and cranny

It’s got me down on my knees

I’ve lost my wallet

I haven’t seen it in days

I’ve called everyone

They think I’m going insane

I’ve lost my wallet

I cleaned my house top to

I’ve checked all my backpacks

And all my laundry pockets

Lost my wallet, lost my phone

Lost my sense of self control

Nowhere nowhere, nowhere can I go

Last appointments, lots of time

Losing track of all that’s mine

No one no one no one gives a time

Poem from book

The legends of the sea are for you and me, we are stuck together through eternity. The cycles of life, like precipitation, what goes up must come down, what goes in must come out. As long as that water is flowing, flowing into flowering, forming into existence ocean being as I learn how to swim and breathe into my body, floating, feeling my heartbeat in my ears, my fears know that this, too shall pass, and all we Got is right now today if not live now, then when?

Us

I am creator in a human vessel, on earth, experiencing its self through the eyes of the beholder. The true presence of unconditional love becomes the key into the realm of sacrilegious dynasties, honouring thine divine essence in presence. Generating psychic energy, conduction station of free energy.  activation portals through alignment Of my being. Gyroscopic center of my body. 

Beings of story

 Stories weave the very fabric of who we are, where we’ve been, and where we’re going. Everyone is constantly tale sharing, how their day went, the story about the girl who broke his heart, the 911 operator who must respond to the story of an incident. The tales are scrolls long, all day long, it's the purpose of tongues, to cast the spells of our stories and entrance the receiver to it's quest. as a write this story about stories i enter a state of no mind, and let my higher self be the guide as my fingers type out the words that she recites. humans are storytellers, all of them. it's a powerful thing. some stories are true some are pure lies. how you perceive them is key and how you allow them to influence your life. many will see themselves in the characters of those stories and adopt their traits life those story lines throughout their life. what do you believe happens when you believe a story which is actually a lie, like a politians who spins the tales of how he will make a the world a better place and all the things he promises to do, once you are enamored by his good grace and for for his seat in parliament, years after election he has not yet followed through with the promises he had previously made. Then you find yourself tell the stories of how you've been dooped.  stories are the whole point of language, it is how we navigate through this human experience how we've survived and learned to become more resilient as time went by. but not all stories are true, such as the tale of human HIStory, OurStory is much older then our current records hold.