after reading - A tear stained rose and a broken heart. by Gee
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
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
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
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
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,
leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
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 identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…
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
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute