hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
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
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
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
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 land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
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
it don’t take long for a yo-yo to… like me up and down all in the sam… how could it be, where does to it… the steel beams inside are like je… the stead fast feet slipping all a…
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
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
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time