we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
as if sealed away in a locket not willing to remove it from the… set on fire, ready to sail the roc… range hindered as it’s not in sock… heart beating to the melody of a h…
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
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
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
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