the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile
gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
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 twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
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
i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
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
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again