broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
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?
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
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
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
as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth
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…