if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way

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

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

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

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

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

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

yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating

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

lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…

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

it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line

as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth