with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen

we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in

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

what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths

death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres

lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…

pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese

the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…

the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,

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…

then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle

as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone