in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
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
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…
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
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
she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
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
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
