the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
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
if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…
you know the softness just before… it turns to darkness before the li… so, one doesn’t like purple but pi… as if the flower petal just fell f… you see the light at the end, you…
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue