what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
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
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
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…
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end
the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
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 paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told