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

the tales find words in them
the weepings from the finger print
speak through words UN-know
little smears of oil mixed with du
pressed down in ink, some would sa

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,

some grow up
with a spot to fill
a title to live
a for runner
of things to come

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

the freeing of emotions
how healing it can be
filling the holes of the soul
with the divine love –of GOD
truth correcting error

the understanding
can be had
as we sleep at night
may we play in that land
the land of spirits

the water paints blend
as i try to share my oil with you,
helping to keep your lamp bright,
as the coming comes
can i go with you

my soul - cry’s out
try’s to seep out
leaks out
fly’s
in drops

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 day was thoughts
and the ladder long
waiting to fall
was willing to harm
connecting the dots

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

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

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

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 am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl
not seen and feels many hurts
was caressed once
when yonder a man searched for his
one to call - his love

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

yellow flashing
white laying
brown reaching
gray creeping
blue floating

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

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

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

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

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

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

the identity of one being ripped a
as if covered by the snow
with each layer
the complexity rises
in the melting pot

i can shine your armor
and make ready
placing arms and legs in
encouraging you to be steady
as we start to begin

sad
even the lightning bug
has a purpose in a jar
but a heart,
no place

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

the tears didn’t leave a trail
into the corn field till after
the couple was found
frozen and dead
but left many puddles after

in times of old
it was obscene
the character
the choice made
and history told

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

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

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

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

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