the head of the house
the queen of the throne
no need to worry when i'm all alone
when you run you have a constant reminder
...
the air runs still
and you can't help but feel
the shift, the change in things
what hope it seems to bring
...
i've gotta pocket full of dreams
and keys that have no lock
filled with the spirit and hopes in a pot
just add love....
...
wrapped inside this hand made cell
i know these walls all too well
in them- so long my corpse has dwelled
as if im in another realm
...
in the belly of the churning beast
fruitful thoughts on which we feast
where to from here
the wind is due east
...
there is nothing like waking up
with folgers in your cup
quill at beckon call
scales weighing perfectly light
...
in the rays of the sun shining through a broken glass
i wonder if this will last in the length of the shimmer
will the morning dew waking you
so that i may kiss your fears away
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today is unlike any other
there is a feeling in the air
that lost blank stare...
feeling as if im floating in the clouds
...
and like that....Poof!
if only eye would disappear
that beingwhatyou want
and making your point so clear
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the hardest part of no - is meaning it, going as far as it takes to make sense of the tangled confusion
my heart; you've been using - filled with senseless time and smooth rhymes
the wind blows so cool- tipping velvet sunset skies; dancing 'round the nights full lit moon...
the door is open - enter with caution - or if you already have-
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