Gonna ride that Cyclone of Vision Twists.

I am a cyclone of vision spit 

waiting to spill onto a blank surface. 

The days are stormy with heavy belly ships 

sinking down deep 

Dragging me down 

to the depths of seeping blue days.

With breath so thick 

it can drown a man. 

Sobbing ship wreck 

crashing on your shore. 

Inner storm systems swirl inside

forming the visions. 

They are seeping out of me 

onto the brushes and canvas 

forming heavy rotation 

of blending and shapes. 

Vision twists are looming 

on the brink of a break down 

they fall onto papers at an unstoppable rate 

raising heart rates, shaking hands, sweating brows. 

Riding that cyclone spinning my visions 

round and round to find solid ground. 

They are coming more and more 

my mind wrecked and wreaking havoc on your eyes. 

They are coming, they are forming, 

they are growing in numbers 

day by day. 

My visions are taking over me 

they consume and fill my space 

and I am part of their world 

I absorb you

my world becomes your world. 

I am taking over 

it’s a take over that is infiltrating your space 

your time

I am coming

they are coming 

we are not going to stop. 

The visions will take you. 

And everything will be all right. 

XOXO Angie 

Blending in.

What brings me peace at the end of the day.

Painter girl with the club thumb.

Drawing meets the newly born painting. They make a nice pair of siblings