it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
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…
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
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
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