lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
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
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
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
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
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,