broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
you know the softness just before… it turns to darkness before the li… so, one doesn’t like purple but pi… as if the flower petal just fell f… you see the light at the end, you…
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
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…
placing a bandage on the little to… will start the thawing process to increase the time left place the spring in the basket while dripping backwards
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
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
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
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more