there is no monopoly on being write

All music relayers are attuned to their inner keyboard
Angry past time haters out of key with an inner bend
A new light to see your spine ringing a common chord
As it shines through the trees of your mindscaping end...  

Any path that the mystic walks is just touching earth
All unbalanced and befuddled minds are grinding dirt
A head anonymous file transfer protocol type of mirth
After they can not comprehend as the mysteries assert...

Act of a unfolding soul not through man-made time
Any old crank never ventures far beyond self thought
As a heart spun spirit will truly live their own paradigm
A bringer of sunshine may also make it rain --- as a plot...

But..our flaws are but sexy edges through the eyes of our lover...