o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
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…
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
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
as if sealed away in a locket not willing to remove it from the… set on fire, ready to sail the roc… range hindered as it’s not in sock… heart beating to the melody of a h…
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
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