in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told

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

pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap

abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing

ginger carrots garlanded cilantro guest certificate generated caption grieving coins

yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating

as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that

some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come

tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses

missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground

flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares

as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops