Poems from TheEon

Stream of consciousness. A fill of void and mess.  Generalizing my distress in a field in which I won't digress. Yes, we are all in this...
Moving my spirit Enchanting beat; pulsing heart. Music gives me life.
Stop, drop, listen, see. Birds sing, sun shines so brightly.... Vivaciously free.
“We become aware of the void as we fill it...
Glowing, azure sky... Under this we jubilate... Paradise is here.