we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
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
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
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…
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
the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…
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