the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
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
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
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
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
