the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
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,
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by
the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose
my mind was not on the words as i read them or were they spoken regardless i still don’t have a to… you need two halves for the ride having only one, i had to settle f…
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating