deaths tear missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground 1
combine 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
v' words 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
23 23 is for telling of the others be 22 is a good one to find 21 is in the counting, registered 20 times if added right, will come 19 penny loafers for sale 3 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
drop of paint gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
reflection on the petal down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow 1
true promise hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay 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
one petal 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 2
over coming taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing 1 2
wet squirrel the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
open-ness emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p 1 1
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
passions after - my eyes 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
longing for feelings when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end 2
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
snoozy slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come 2
spark of light reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass 1 2
ben jive flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares 2 1
games of imagination learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home 1 3
webbing in the fingers in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told 2
the after the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits 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
pommy way sliding hand through first to make as i push through the pomegranate hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco 2
paw friends 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 1
spiritual influence as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone 2 4
come out with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see 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
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
white as snow 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
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
