inscrutable tools of box…

running between buildings tidal wave of humanity lives less time than a tree or a skyscraper or even a jet plane, so why all the running?. Pick me up in the lost and found, around the corner from the pawn shop next to the casino across from the church next to the homeless centre…

battle of dreams…

dreaming softly breathless

puppets play with shadows

strings vibrating selfless

segue this nightly folly…

don’t tell me…

tell all those words

yelling me softly

gardens of words

tell the words

about the world…

only softly stone…

only invisible given softly

dives into what  possibility

when fearing to tread even lightly

upon thoughts all made of stone…

only stone dives lightly

when lightly softly dives

when given possibility

always love arise…

 

 

 

always cage…

mainly it was always looking seeing trouble storming around on the horizon seems there is not enough love or something people see pictures of sunsets in darkened halls or me even painting in the darkness so that it feels like freedom even looks through bars so delicately as to imply a freedom.

after strong wind the blossom have fallen like snow, to look is to hold quiet spacetime dearly.  I should be so lucky…

I resolute and raise you four…

disconnected inspected but not rejected inflected perpetrating eliminating not resonating calculating incriminating hating infatuating not relegating not contemplating

nor explaining for containing peace stability and love…

when the stick branches of birds cup their little stick feathers

around little stick hearts of stick people

old cave pictures become modern…

hi story…

popular quintessential connected not dissected synergism

flowing river of thoughts touching with impunity

harbour me so strong but weakly for it is only

like being one grain of sand on the shoreline…