theme_ thoughts of now

I’m here, back on the island, the land, the little rock whom once upon a time reached the top of the ocean bursted above the surface face’ upon and over the waves wild long and high like the tall tallest mountain in the west of oll’ norway. Above heights as tall high higher then fear of fall watch the little rock decidedly grow from bottom rock pocket sized small til a forest of palms in a land of it’s own own choices own dreams own terms oñ how to reach be in own desire to know take demand ownership of the time on hand time given time taken to own n’ rule chase of beat boomblasters beat beating frequently seekin secretly dreamin daybeing on another top high peke achieving achievement when the top is topped by being in time in now in knowing each thought has a frequent every word formed in tone high pitched or told in low downsounded note every word is painted in print solid ink on the white paged old sinn with lists of notes from a time before written to play in the time that’s now presently shaping previous thoughts on spin unless the pen is moving by a choice to re-write acts of doing in awareness that each move of act of action of doing is already listed played stored to float floatin flout live record on auto sailing past mindless state of mindfully being lusciously fluid dreamy feelin eyes slippin black screening green_lands as far as the mind outreach with wild horses tamed n’ dogs on free play and the dj is a bird with wings unfolded in high pitched performance on record in’a sound without frames nor walls in’a beat sweet melody in a power of charge change changed soundfully shift course while playinn swayin slaying movements till the beat blast a frequent of freakingly listens to a pitcb unevolved. Above sound all goods beasty mindchanging songs proving mans madness that we’re here on show on play n love evolve in sound n’ the bad tunes too made in under law 24 hours deadline tic tok get it done intention in making creation of sound for the wallets thicker growth badly made mostly stolen sound of someone known with a song on top since 08′ til now it spins still wins gold in big screamin headlines to fill the space of page chance to inform and to teach pass knowledge tips of finding own to own the soul through time unknown unknown is all knowingly known until a choice after deciding when knowing your own freely given books white undone to fill with words stuck on run running and colours from all that has shown. design how its drawn and im to own up all pages all colourless shitsites without uplifting words of quote rather repeatedly listed the simplest lists of acts to take re-do but im more glad when flippin pages ahead it somehow brought me here to now to speed of time and to move along move with time on time on being precise or before but only in mind im first to show on’a waiting line for the sound of clock somewhere glued on a wall the tics and the tocs getting louder closer once awaken ticking mind stuck on it’s sound round n round and out of memory geographical yet forgot the sound of waiting waiting for time to reach me while standing on the front line empowered with disiplin as being all i know without lists to do but with a mind to act of action with a club to break smash what stands in the way of will watch me get it turn into a do-er from early Monday mornin til whenever i feel tasks complete and til joy in producing knocks on my ego selfie freely n the ego opens up saying fuck yeas lets get it on on turning on disiplin by forcing it back in til it’s on time every time hustled grown taller sharper mind on goals from dreams full on belief in own self as producer in making dreams turn real reality on show red lights and the set it roolls in teaching tips and tricks gained by living living freely in a chase n catch of rising in my own track spirit clothing speeding finished . Brb in working soundin to be being around capslook replay played by every radio station t rocks since 2008 adore in the one system that talks in truth to evolve soundsystem n soundsnappin soul soal flows in the up n’down demanded in command in a shouting sharply bass jam play down low under boots high pitchely listens in rhythm hits a frequent unheard drum peak peace drops || drops out of mind of all that is taught every thoughs inner notebook even and body borderline and into a liquidity liquidity sign of body freakishly jumping generations evolved listens from green to yellow with a power still floating on fully still as lessons as high songbird a playful songbird served unheard mastery mistro birds in synk an orchestra of nature mother melaconicly settle til the air turns green pure fresh healthily breathing plays on birds run freely on screen nature points powerpoint seeing achieved tunes in win snap into the sinn the now the here the glans of lists who to were saving eye gaze til price’s on a win power minding belief system’s win or loss float the skin your own self receives life as a page and a pen in your hand written choices on a line choices in now are on display re written are written and free to be courageously dream to be free choice on’a map belief reach on believing a line reaching own beliefe owning the time’s borrowed and you’re topic metaphorically topped the mountain goal believe in the little stone had a simple now after all now is all we know reach and climb the to build rise and make in’ knowing now ‘being in a time wide open and as free as the imagine can reach this time is all there is to know to own to own earn in now the strenght from a stone pocket sized on the bottom of the ocean rais to stand tall the little rock into the wind the air it shaped build turned appeared into a land with tree palms of plants n’a spirit wide open for change or for chance a place to live a home for all for all whose wished to grow tall in joy placed in the middle of Mediterranean’s wide_green ocean n became a land island where freedom is air free from commands wild green unlike any lands of thousands island a home a where time seems to speed faster then anywhere else, yet it’s as we skipped the past 100 years of time, being in 1921, architecture wise, structured, the beige sandy cowboy colour reflecting on every buildings still standing strong since the first brick were places x amount of years ago, religious touch, angels made of stones everywhere you go, and when you do go you step right into the feeling of being in an western wild wild_west movie from the 20’s, but without horses and the dramatic layer of clothing. Perhaps with a modern twist as there are cars in all shapes n size wherever the eyes lay there will be a car either driving or stuck in traffic, honking madly on every corner as the solution the one strategy of not colliding, no signs or well one sign and the sign states “don’t drink and drive!”, yet it’s not unusual to bring the car to the bar and to wherever it takes you afterwards on this land. And the land is small, tiny invisible on the map, to be zoomed multiple times for a black dott to occur, somewhere between Greek and Africa, with Sicilly as the neighbour nextdoor the closest yet offshore too far to row, or for the eye to see the view to reach anything but miles of sea wild and green miles upon miles of ocean ahead wherever you twist or turn your hat on land lane island somewhere unknown before the wifi signal. a stone a mountain made of stones one stone stranded on it’s own deep far free n bold in solo all alone n away far in lenght and decades from boarders n land another land with walls of sand stone bond in sound none around no pack of stones to be found yet it stands tall in strength and height on solid ground grounded from far down low below down under our age in time above what we know we know the depth deepest end the very bottom of ocean but further down low knows only the stone standing still in movement from rooting a road folded trees and joint to growing into an endless age of older bolder wiser too by times told and lived untold to come unborn yet we’re here somewhere through the depth of the ocean through wild waves in motion and all blue wicked creatures in-between the heighten it reaches the surface face of sun above sharing joy in a heatwave free and on replay shining over the sealine on a shape building lifeform of the stone what its all about this massive rock reaching surface a’heatin continually speeding meters above even mountain with rocks one massive rock of stone formed into the smallest town land home island where the sun is shining places where it spins where plant green trees grow dry til spring puts joy in sinn changing course colour and size of wings 2 days on foot around the land island as attempt there is and for all these cars there is only one sign on the roads to and churches, when stepping on the land, street, im truely convinced, untill it’s as we’re 100 years back in time the buildings i’m convinced. where reality reaches past dreams and