the reflection if i mix red and blue will it make or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Halyomorpha halys 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
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
awe-sky as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art 2
connecting until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt 1 2
word rain 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 2 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
five-four i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
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
the wonder under 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 1 1
come out with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see 1 2
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
a-sa-tan-wich keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
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
drop of paint gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
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
sweet sting broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through 1
eye of a needle the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error 1 2
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
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
clandestine life with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen 2 1
a shade of pink 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 1 1
alleen if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose 2
healing perfume as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth 2 1
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
