fluttering butterflies the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride 2 2
e-motion 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 1 2
soul emits the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the 1 3
plotting me 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 1 3
come out with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see 1 2
typing the soul reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words 1
over coming taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing 1 2
lemon drop the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds 3 1
would, could not what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths 2 1
the O of lovers 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 1
the pitch of it the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air 3 1
the mind of eve 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 1 1
dreams i would like to exhale on a fiddle tap dance on the king’s crown perish in the fire, with you looki some duck in aisle to hide from th gathering of these could bring a s 4 1
me-m(i)y-&-my-self 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 3 1
letter play 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 4
taste of fruit as it’s moisture fills the cracks my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst 2 1
webbing in the fingers in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told 2
across the waters was going to put it in the mail an but changed my mind fearing the en words sailing in a little boat crossing the ocean and the moat landing on shore as waves guide 1
vibrate love you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy 4 2
pink horizon such imagery... as i was coming home this morning. then reading the imprints you left lightly dancing on the soft pink c over the white horizon in the mor 3 2
Response after reading=Love's Death by Persuasion72 playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile
farmer bald day 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 1
eve's moment 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 6 1
another year the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots 2
soul emerging the light seeping through the crac as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides 1 3
6 times 6 = youth we were young as we walked through the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in 2 1
painting again 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 2 1
mist on paper 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, 1
in-hiding the identity of one being ripped a as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot 1
heart cries 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 1
