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

the moose twisting his antler arou
as they all stand and stare in sil
holding the wall up as normal as e
without the thought on the mind -
that someday this adventure will e

as we dance on the clouds
you sing to me
spraying your colors
all around
reflecting your art

the land stars
blink and rise
under the pale pink sky
singing as they dance
to the tune of each others hearts

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

o wheres the fun of heaven
that the bible says
but a god of love
or love is god
gave us a free will

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

when the seed turns to dust
and we can only lust
after the thoughts
of the beginning
to only find the end

as if sealed away in a locket
not willing to remove it from the
set on fire, ready to sail the roc
range hindered as it’s not in sock
heart beating to the melody of a h

the rabbit left no ladder
the climb –of no way
no bounce of the mushroom
no tear in the ear
will help –end this sway

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

taking life as a child
with ease of wonder
dropping the emotions
that life bestows
will start the healing

the whole house
was going to town
blinking
in timed segments
dazzling

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

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

the skin of the fruit
peels the silver wrapper
off of the kiss, as i place
in your mouth
—the melting seeds

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

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

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

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

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

death the dash
is released - freeing
the colors to see
and put in order
to climb the spheres

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

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

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

broken perfection
siege-d by the hand
only to find - nothing
looking back in the mirror
the horror that races through

slipping in the cool
as the feet love the feel
cozy cradled in the head
make it a water bed
dreams do come

if it was as if the butterfly
had just landed, no –lifted in fli
or the breath of it
just touched the branch
as if begging for (information), h

until now
when the understanding
is felt while sifting
fingers through
freshly plowed dirt

you yearn
to turn
and churn
but you can’t learn
as the eyes watch through

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

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

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

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

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

hidden emotions
brakes the soul
rips and tears remain
effecting the physical
and making it decay