i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
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…
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
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,
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy
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?
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place