sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy
the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…
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
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
it don’t take long for a yo-yo to… like me up and down all in the sam… how could it be, where does to it… the steel beams inside are like je… the stead fast feet slipping all a…
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
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
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides