the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races 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
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses
reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words
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…
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
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
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
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
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?
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