The Tongue does flips
The Truth Leaks out
As it begins to drip
The Ink sees all
Its The Memory
That shows it all
No longer a need
A reason to bleed
This feeling that has
A whispering call
Begging
To be place in a book
Or to be read
Here. Just have a look
To engrave
In the mind
To create
A page
Of emotions
To engite
A flame in a heart
To paint art on each others hearts
That is where it
Always starts

Life is but a puzzle
an it doesn't always fit,
sometimes you will fly
or flutter off an flit,
or sink down really low,
In a godforsaken pit

leaking pearl ear rings
shining
she sings of
glass.

In the images mirrored she
has borrowed a lifetime
and more
conductors who then wrote
and loaned
her the score
tampering with time
she learns how to mime
the words,

vocal chords shot by
the distill of
a thousand and one
mountain men
high on the skyline
an end to a lifetime
a drink to another
old friend.

Down by the remains
of the charcoal pits
ash still spits from
the mouths of the homeless.

Wisteria perfumes the morning vale as piedmont sunshine accentuates oak grove dales                                                            ­                                         The knell of dawn church bells travel while azalea , hibiscus an begonia color a town square guarded by black granite warriors*...

Taking a jump to the unknown
Spiraling down the rabbit hole
Falling slowly with nothing in sight
Staying brave as I take flight
Coming to a land with my feet on the ground
I open my eyes to see what I've found
A different would that's kept secret and underground
To a fantasy of a world where no one makes a sound.

Each time you glance at me,
your eyes flicker perfectly, but
I often wonder what you see.