Spring sprung young forked tongue lookin’ at the set.. put there by dreams of scholars future
Beautiful.. I wonder as I look.. how many 'Einsteins?'.. how many have Chagall like talent.. how many composers?..as I sense their eager minds.. I look forward to their creations..
I try to ignore stupidity to save myself the quandary of those who make war.. lie while facing these children.. and those who love them..
wonder bet..
Bobby was confused it was a primal jam.. Danny sulks in the corner with warmed over ’Spam’..
Mother marks a genius.. weight extension of.. what is called in mistake.. by some a ‘mother’s love’..
just truth in a ripple.. makes a better wave.. as ‘frisbee politics’ leave nothing to save.. as a disk dreams not a risk.. age comes as a rock.. feel a dream.. take to your life..
a ‘good dream lock’..
one perfection infinite streams well in the all.. others put in nitrogen some seek to save it all..
me I help with nothing, true.. still I listen well.. when I can assume a stand to cast a magic spell..
somewhere infinity.. right inside your soul.. take me there love.. show me.. creations of your role..
Many answers through life come from the ‘family dynamic’.. Peace T.
©AC.26.4.12.arr././
