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
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
the facade fighting for position making a bubble to wrap in holding all the desires and keeping all the harm out so we think, but harm we cause
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
and as the shopping gets to heavy… you find someone to lay it on and… pulling the crust off could make i… yolk don’t mix well with it, you c… that the sea gulls land on the moo…
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
as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–