pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
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…
so im stuck here beside my mind thinking all the time that i just discovered life while still making time to ride with paw prints beside
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
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
in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
moving to where the stink bugs nev… stink their stink around my nose chew on plants to make them grow clearing the way as we endeavor to rid the world of the critter
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares