hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
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
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
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
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…
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
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
shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
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