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…
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
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
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…
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
the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
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
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again
as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?
