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
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
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
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle
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
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…
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
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place