everything is Art, Art is Everything.
turn on the light blueshine doesn't hide it's fractal rainbow cut bleeding the gleam today one two three flies a daisy
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
of stories hold energy simmering shimmer in the in between silence is golden even in shadow hoaxes there are victims left out of murder charges
because a real bitch doesn't take the blame for some fool woman sticking you with monogamy and then denying you for years
that dark trench of wave on the big night of the grandshake rolls onward it's own experience sufficient to cause it's opposite
broke down outside the crystal castles drawing their lines on endless blue the grease from that engine a body laid in the unmelted grains of glass
of star doors swinging entry this is a whirling circle tamed by an inner ear level bubble defined by waves of sound witch fly on by in your gently curved lines
in the dark forest frostland hunted the light from the warmer fire beckons the chase of centuries the antlered man only renders imaginary foolishness
are the tests given that sacred journey to the value of yourself the rejection of deviation from the all's well that never ends road
come stalking at 3 a.m. whiffling through the tulgywood like a jabberwock hunting the tired mind stares and lingers dumbstruck
for reasons of joining together the sheets of skyway above our slow river journey: float the sheet of stars better get you some safety pins
Nectar from the energies of the true love songs and their patterns on Victorian lace traced upon naked emotions with sweet fingers
cables crawl and burst blue flames the roots sliding under the ground announce Samhain forces arriving and all the light
