Crystal reflect spectrum splash boulders wet glitter flash sunlight silent warms me as a glove..
River flows deep it knows song grows easy sense..
unlike ‘English’ where few words rhyme with love..
Thieves hide in bushes dreamed scene as children laugh at thieves vision as stand naked so.. I can but imagine.. not for very long..
of thieves.. their dreams..the nothing it will grow..
Away from canyons natural thoughts turn my head everywhere from every living thing.. felt love care tells us.. news page violent said.. blood sucking thoughts..
intent to fuss..
Small to large a landing barge of lies invasion bound.. into minds tools to learn for true.. expand to hollow large pre-schools and the pound..
senses bend though nothing said to you..
Cannot judge.. but cannot fudge what I know is real.. what love tendered art.. what reeks of lies.. world stuck we must change from violent anger grudge..
North Irish woman waits alone she cries..
‘where is bonnie Johnnie went down Belfast way.. sister left Romance bound.. fear the worst.. looking for centuries old no answer for this pain around..
only thing they do not have is thirst’..
drunk with power drunk with cause they sing songs written when heaven came to all who confess.. no one has a license.. to corrupt young men..
natural drives blocked may make a mess..
power from a dark horse place history marked so.. Black Irish in me knows how it rolls.. hours mark a course faceless mystery unknown..
stories of dark spirits.. light and souls..
Leaves fall with weight of seed.. River ‘tween moss banks.. green blue Mother Nature always calls.. does she grieve or abate with nothing lying deeds..
busy she prepares as summer falls..
Sunny this Sunday morning.. flowers are blooming.. roses as large as any I have seen.. beauty has no posture beyond nature.. Peace T.