everything is Art, Art is Everything.
knowing that there never was any trap beyond the inner springs ties and snaps all that distance was truly for nothing and protected no one
By susan marie loehe4 years ago in Poets
written on the invisible silences stretching sky deep beyond your sight thrown in the mouldering trash heap by infantile jealous fingers
rears it's ugly swine hyena head it will and can be inferred that there are substantial provisions made from the inside out
not what it could be the leaves tremble in invisible winds blowing yellow across blue skies winter rising remembering the coming of
it was pretty like it had finally had the gentling of itself through right usage captured with the sacred oils of considering hands
but more for the prey not buying it this pushing the box of nothing some ancient fight or flight retardation of true love potential
Shoshanna Zazen symphonies there is no national anything beyond false borders patriotism but a predefeated cry of neanderthal altruism gone sour
some people turn away from pain without hesitation and won't look back or believe empty words again it's guaranteed they will never accept
I would have stopped the stars but they were already shootin by then and we accepted aloneness somehow readily as the blind option
flying before the line of singe screaming the losses cursed with a flaming tongue all feathers gone long ago is less far away
by the loose minded seeing blindsided is an asset sometimes priceless or worthless you decide what seat on the ride is your sailing tide
held back no longer they've entered through the harmonies occurring across the ladders of time their color bleeds spectrum watercolor into leaf vein