Admorous,
An old word meant to teach people a liking
To Synchroncitiy.
And vibrose ways.

An utter acknowledgement to things happening..
Right on time.
Ya get pretty good at it.
Do everything wrong.

Maintain + Process your Moral Structure.
Never ever cross the hard-truths,
Therefore the sacred-leavening
To not giving up on yourself full-time.

Then adnourish that into
Quick-chaotic-recipe.
And somehow doing – EVERYTHING WRONG.
Is akin to – personal success, growth, and maturity.

Never picture the straight-shot smooth way.
Them roads had to be carved and laid,
And no one got paid much.
You can only pay attention to the meander on the riverbank.

Everytime you drive by.
When I hear my music from my room in the backyard,
I wonder how many have heard my symphony.
And only a text from a fakery later,
I realize the audience had a backdoor stage this whole time.

Left with wheathook.
Interesting move.
No time to play coy.
Guns up – now you know where I’m from.

Digress otherwise, the history of yoga.
Pow pow pow,
And the onomontapia says – you’ve died that way before.
March for it, baby.

I did.
And the taekwondo just seems easy, starting all over again.
Good for senior citizens.
Time to get the honey-badge.

The first cancer to go, while the rest of the body revolts.
My brain is melding a-new.
Casqued in darkmatter concrete for era.
37 years not breathing… and 64 in fluid.

I’m learning what it’s like to be nice again.
Quick dive away, dementia always here to stay.
And the blindness increases while the alzheimers goes away.
And black-sign-language never felt so good to use,
Onehanded-ambidextrous.

Even the vessel has traded and flipped the cards.
Dealer’s choice.
Old as shit with natural black hair.
Legend with a Viola-heart.

It’s betelguese green, if you had to be specific
About
The
Chakra hue.
En renditions.