as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
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
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
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
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
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 whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by