my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
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
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
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
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
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
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…
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay