the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…

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

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

the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error

i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin

missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap

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

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