Travel through mountains high.. velvet valleys green.. dappled with all colors.. nature’s splendid scene.. fog will come.. then will go.. sometimes traveled through.. anxious to make clear in word.. something hidden true..
The dreams.. through time remain the same..
There are windows for each scene acted on each stage.. drapes fitted well.. design drape-men are all the rage.. apply passion to your home.. perfect just for you.. no amount of art is seen if art is not felt true..
Sat a bank of mountain fountain high in silent worlds.. climbed again inside my mind create no challenge hurled..
peaceful visions set to music.. composing my song.. written True Blue Cryer style.. pretty full and strong..
deep inside past Limerick St. just past Haiku way.. rode a thought to Ballad Avenue I have to say.. music so sweet music.. there it comes around.. forest paths through Romance is the blues I’m puttin’ down..
in an alley blanket covers something human there.. touched my toe to test for life.. just to share a care.. I said promise no harm meant.. just a warning star.. where he lay he just may have got rolled on by a car..
dreams created may be quiet.. abstract windows doors.. may be crash-y armed mustache-e at a jewelry store.. could be about anything one senses in life.. with a rose.. lovers propose.. singing ‘Mack the Knife’..
See act from first fact others see in different ways.. different times all weather climes good or crimes each day.. takes me on a journey.. far to foreign shores.. some of them are futile.. some say s’mores..
In the paper.. on the corner.. passing by a mouth.. to create song situations of love going south.. turn around found in Nirvana.. beat the devil down.. tell him take half step confusion home to his Helltown..
The created meets the fated.. the lines are known.. felt from heart to mind.. deep into the bone.. Peace T.
©.AC.6.7.12.arr././
