The Dakotan I was born from shattered glass of North Dakota with blowing northern winds coming in cold gusts, I new ideas of God and man were tattooed names and declarations of a coming revelation for others. I have suffocated the mirage in lifes old decisions that has clouded midnight on this journey forward, here are cold shackles of reality with many doors leading to rooms where dust makes or breaks life. This was a journey into windy grasslands of time where the stalks would bend to coming change, i saw the coming life and death of my strange trip when you would move down this river of mankind. Its one hell of a ride forward far into this mist of time where you find working class heroes that dance on, here is a cloud of sage smoke blown by Dakota winds that brings innovation and words of spiritual living. Here is a slow train with revelations fire moving on into a world of concrete and fluid motion forward, this is a flood when vast plains having the old walls will rise where you find a matrix of innovation. I have heard old mystic secrets in the rooms here that tell of cobwebs and iron chains binding words, this is where chaos is born with a lightening speed when you see it can be molded into useful action.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 16:11:58 +0000
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