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

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

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

you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring

the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end

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

leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…

with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see

i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…

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

the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off