Arrow Through Target

 

May the world surround, 

Be tickled by my loving sound.

I let the wind speak my truth, 

To hear it again. 

For the only ideas I know,

Is to grow and build lavish loving lust me structures, 

Enjoyingly beautifully dancing upwards rising upon before I. 

Now go and be fruitful,

Knowingly expecting my words,

To do what I tell them to do, 

Using their perfecting imaginations will. 

For being telling I present my ends preview for you, 

Showing each thought ideal I shoot, 

Chooses willingly to arrow through target into hole.  

Seeing the world around,

Laughing dancing tickling tickled ticklish, by my loving sound.

I let the wind speak singing my truth,

Begetting echoes to come fuck produce.

For the only thoughts I grow,

Are seeds I plant, to dominate the now present;

Loving, living structures rising up as my prize,

Dancing upward and around in my eyes.

Now go forth, being fruitful seed,

Expecting word fulfilling my creed,

Obedient to I imagination’s wheel,

Perfecting arrows, piercing radiance will.

For each ideal thought I think shoot,

Choosing willingly my God salute.

Guided straight through targets goal,

Manifesting blessing Art Baby Blue’s soul.