the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…
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
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
was going to put it in the mail an… but changed my mind fearing the en… words sailing in a little boat crossing the ocean and the moat landing on shore as waves guide
if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…
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
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
