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
when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle
my mind was not on the words as i read them or were they spoken regardless i still don’t have a to… you need two halves for the ride having only one, i had to settle f…
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
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,
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…
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
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…
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
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 the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…