shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…

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

as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst

we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in

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

the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride

23 is for telling of the others be… 22 is a good one to find 21 is in the counting, registered… 20 times if added right, will come… 19 penny loafers for sale

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

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by

i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops