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It's the way, at sun cast down. Seen in the reflection, the metaphorical bars we manifest around our minds. Taking caution at every step. Aware of staying between the line's. Bright Earth threatened afar, made visible for pleasure. That I know that life is full circle that continues to spiral. At dusk the portal of dimension cracks. In that lens of transition, what can't be seen can be.

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Northern travels towards cabin's that have stayed in the family, and its decor hasn't been updated since. With car loads of floating devices and snacks. The expectation, of perfect days of genuine fun making memories with friends and finally the chance for a moment with who, fills your mind daily. Able to fully and entirely be with them how you imagined in the many scenarios created in during the days of mundane. Sun-kissing shoulders sinking in the sand as the tides roar in your emotions. The surrounding couldn't be superior.

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Even if drifted out of line, maybe revert to former. Nothing seems clear yet crystallized ways. When you recognize the alignment, grab the string and let the gravitational pull, all your desires toward you. Think I found a rung in my own superior suburban, Orion's Belt.

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Summer Romance, found iPhone footage

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A darkened bloom prutrudes past,

the regulated pattern.

Like carved out puzzle pieces held up like a lollipop.

Against the backdrop of hope, the cover on the box.

Just the juxtaposition

to have you question, it all. 

Can’t get blinded, catch the backlight over the headlight;

The other side, to each thing seen.

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Follow along, each line with each picture:

PEOPLE MOVER BLUES

You

see

I’m ready.

To grab on and take a ride. 

What else I got to do besides, yearn.

An adventure.

Hands up,

as I let go.

Don’t care if I get caught laughing, genuinely.

Just want to be, happy. 

Till then?

I’ll stay, contemplating behind this pole, my next move , to get there. 

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On the block

Normal knocked

quiet intere ruption.

At the crumbled steps, 

commotion rips motion.

Those excitement attracts 

residents to se the intrigue of rusty rails.

Daring dives on these steel guards like silver surfer

or Static Shock.

Mesmerizing ability so cool they would want to do it too.

Even from the train tracks,

kids absorb the energy from

the performers, fans, the show of it all.

Like a traveling circus passing on by. 

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A little behind the scenes fun with the girls while doing a photoshoot in August

Music by: @soulbrotherstef

Location: Detroit, MI

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Forgotten fire.

Bleeds over and rust’s for a nice crunch on top.

Chlorophyll filled stems almost paint it off the page.

Off the block, the corner, and out of the neighborhood.

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A holy trinity portrayal, landscaped different perspectives. 

Paintings, framed of existences contrasting the next,

yet with the same overall theme. 

Odds of the three to choose and walk through. 

Flourishing elements for those called to country, city, or oasis spaces. 

Crafted material to arrange architectural arches open and clear,

for morning coffee views of the choice that make the home.

Comfortable when you rise and warmed when the evening sets. 

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Sunday civil recreation in the city.

When porch sitting is not enough.

Out, with girlfriend, cousins, friend of, to gather. 

Just cause the days are longer with delightful weather, 

basic desire to bask in leisure,

eat slices drink Coronas between cigarette convos.

All have come so accustomed to a tradition, to change.

In playing with artifacts, even wearing their same color patch shoes. 

Steeped, in this created culture. 

But nostalgia is  too strong to fight, 

the living memories of all, you know.  

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Sold out, by yourself.

slurping after work gin n tonics. 

In so not convenient flimsy ribbed plastic mouth wash size cups.

Her highness voice hypes ominously.

Behind the black curtain.

The straightaway to the stage packs tighter as she is about to reveal.

When she does the crowd breaks, over her presence. 

That signifies; a bend in the paradigm.

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The choreography.

In the shifting of bones in sockets, connecting to others at ball point.

How outside factors manipulate, textured edges, 

and make t-shirt sleeves dance. 

Stylized, so inherently because only you. 

Enacted the brain activity telling your arm and hand to perform movement. 

Only you, can make that decision. 

Any decision, possible.

Ponder that power, over a sunset and a beer

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6/18/17

The First Last Day

Its official, at the first hour of a Wednesday eve.  Starting with the pre-ceremony rituals at educational institutions steeped in Greek olive oil.  Fill brims till overflowing with froth.  A mission deemed, to kick back as many as possible until walks wobble. Lawns litter. Since, the warming weather is starting   to   stick.