as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
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
so im stuck here beside my mind thinking all the time that i just discovered life while still making time to ride with paw prints beside
most definitely worth gazing into and holding on as the water pours… trying to flood the soul of the wh… the warm rays embarrassing as if t… going deep as if searching the oce…
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
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…
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
learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home
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…
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art