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…
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
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
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
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
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
the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
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…
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
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
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
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
