lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…

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,

or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind

the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits

hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay

learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

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…

i would like to exhale on a fiddle… tap dance on the king’s crown perish in the fire, with you looki… some duck in aisle to hide from th… gathering of these could bring a s…

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

the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts

the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway