learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through

loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more

hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay

the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides

pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out

broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through

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…

the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass