feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…
if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose
and as the shopping gets to heavy… you find someone to lay it on and… pulling the crust off could make i… yolk don’t mix well with it, you c… that the sea gulls land on the moo…
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
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
the facade fighting for position making a bubble to wrap in holding all the desires and keeping all the harm out so we think, but harm we cause
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
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 light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides
as if sealed away in a locket not willing to remove it from the… set on fire, ready to sail the roc… range hindered as it’s not in sock… heart beating to the melody of a h…
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
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
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots