no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
