until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt

the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot

i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…

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

the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you

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

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

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through

the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

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

while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell