i don’t know where they come from
i don’t know where they are going
they have a mind of their own
they speak about UN-understandabl
i sometimes search for them

the thin pentacles growing tentacl
covering over as if by suffocation
the dwelling in which you live
and know what fine line lays
between each second of a minute

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

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

tenderly stitching and pressing li
velcro, button or safety pin
at this moment to begin
the stimulation of the trust
while adding some lust

looking down at the smooth stone
that i just picked from the creek
and as the water evaporates
i ponder the meaning of your words
gently pecking your cheek

you could smell it
like it is smoldering
under the shavings
then it eats its way out
and sharing with the wood

moving to where the stink bugs nev
stink their stink around my nose
chew on plants to make them grow
clearing the way as we endeavor
to rid the world of the critter

you have away of making three equa
mixing the blue and yellow to spea
measuring the depths of the roots,
putting the whole on the scroll
and sealing with the kings ring

we were young as we walked through
the pearly golden gates
scratching our head
from the dandruff attack
that we breathed in

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

the bray is gay in may
sway will be okay
display the tray
play today
pay and replay

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

learning from history
only to follow their steps
as eternity rolls
or calls
us home

in this globe i am alone
or they are in a globe
with different rules,
ideas and plans
no cracks get in the way

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

playing the notes
as if they were lines
fa so la so mi
maybe missing a note,
or off course for awhile

in the dream
if you get killed
you are dead–
but are you really?
in reality–

you think you know music
then you should know that
sound and vibration
go hand and hand
and vibrations is energy

the pieces fitting together
the fear crowded out
with truth flowing
and emotions poured out
can understand how the

most definitely worth gazing into
and holding on as the water pours
trying to flood the soul of the wh
the warm rays embarrassing as if t
going deep as if searching the oce

what is the focus
while the continuous diving
off the plank is performed
for art sake’s
the seeping in as moths

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

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

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,

glossed over as if covered
in a way that makes it
new
some say white others
blue

pull the towel back out
carefully folding it and
placing back on the shelf
will allow it to grow mold
in able to flavor the cheese

i know that and long for that day
the day of pearls, will i get one
to polish and reflect the light
under your wing, holding the star
from shooting to far, because thes

keeping us tipping
on one toe
always over guessing
looking through the hole
not sure if i have a soul

As the last note is played
and you consider the stalks
that are being beaten down
outside your window
and ponder the image in the mirror

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

as the hearts truth
was once told
on gray with red letters
to match the blood spilt
from it’s top, with the cap

sandalwood and jasmine
turn tail and attack
the senses of your mind
as you just stand there
and watch it go by

yellow flashing
white laying
brown reaching
gray creeping
blue floating

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

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