Foundation Spark – The Builders Key

 



Imagine turning builders key creating foundation. 

Where and what sparks your new adventure thoughts. 

For if presenting words reading, to scribing into song, 

For programming reality mine, 

I invest each thought into the blues skies before I,

Meditating in the early journey of day, 

Four, forty four lets say. 

To being in synch to my imaginary clock counting up,

To the performance showing me play. 

Imagine seeing this: turning the builder’s key,

Unlocking imagination internally me.

Look at those sparks rise, these thoughts are mine.

A raising rising I rose sparking speaking beautiful sound.

Who comes forth the next grand view?

Adventure thinks, bravely I do. 

If I present the word as light,

Scribing the path over the bridge, singing the song right.

Programming reality, rhythm and rhyme,

Investing in skies that stretch beyond time.

Meditating beneath the early woos of the day,

Four forty-four—divine time to pray.

Synching to the beat of my Suns rising clock,

I step into play, no need to knock.

This performance is mind, the star upon stage is me—

The act is the spark into flame,

Legendary, Art Baby Blue being my name.

—Art Baby Blue





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