what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
the facade fighting for position making a bubble to wrap in holding all the desires and keeping all the harm out so we think, but harm we cause
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
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
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
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
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?
i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
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