reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
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
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
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…
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 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 understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds